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“I miss you, Mom.”
He brought Hannah to see me on weekends and stayed during her visits. She sat beside my hospital bed, hugged me, and asked when I could come home.
But she was quieter than usual.
“How’s school, sweetheart?” I’d ask.
“Fine,” she’d say. “I miss you, Mom.”
I figured the accident had frightened her. I promised we’d have time together when I got home.
She didn’t want to let go.
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When we pulled into our driveway, Hannah was waiting by the window. She opened the door before I’d reached the porch.
“Mom!” She hugged me, then held on as if she didn’t want to let go.
Inside, the house looked spotless. There were flowers on the table and a blanket folded over my usual chair.
“See?” Wesley smiled. “We managed just fine.”
“What do you mean?”
I thanked him. After a month away, I wanted nothing more than to sit in my own living room with my family.
