Chapter 45

In the evening, I’d pick Dad up, Colten would come over for dinner, we’d spend the night watching television, then go to sleep in my room. He’d get up at four in the morning, and I’d go back to sleep until it was time to take in Dad.

A whole week of endless bliss.

The day Dad’s cast came off was bitter sweet. He had the biggest smile on his face as he disappeared into the depths of the office. It was three times as large as he came lumbering out on crutches an hour later.

“Therapy three times a week,” Dad pronounced, holding up a slip of paper. “But Doc says the bone’s set fine. Good as new.”

“How long till you can walk?”

“A few weeks, maybe.” Dad waggled an eyebrow at me. “You think you can stick around until my therapy’s done?”

“Dad. My flight is tomorrow. You’ll have to figure out how to move your ankle by then or else hitchhike.”