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She helps me get settled, then says, "I'll come check on you next week. Only do the things we talked about, nothing more. When will your girlfriend be here?" she asks, and I look at her confused.
"I don't have a girlfriend?"
"The girl you told your dad you would call to come help you," she says with irritation in her voice or is that jealousy?
"Oh, Ashley? She’s a really good friend of mine and she can't come. She's in Milan for a fashion show. In fact, she's the one who told me to call you and allow you to help me since you are the professional."
"You are here by yourself?" she asks, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
"Yeah, but I should be okay. I promise not to do anything I'm not supposed to."
She nods, but there's a look in her eyes, before she shakes her head, and then says, "if you do as we did today, you should be fine."
"Thank you for coming over," I tell her.
She nods, grabs her bag, looks me over one more time, then squares her shoulders and walks toward the front door. I hear her phone ring, and then she answers.
"Hello, dad."
"I'm working."
"Yes, next door. I'm checking on Will and going over some exercises with him to do."
"Yes, I've talked to Leia, and no, she's not ready to talk to you yet. She's still coming to terms with everything."
"You're leaving? Where are you going?"
"I see, okay, well, have a safe trip."
"Yeah, maybe we will see dad."
"I need to go, I have another patient I need to go see."
"Yeah, talk to you when you get back."
"Bye."
I hear her blow out a breath and wonder what's going on with her friend Leia. I vaguely remember the group of girls she used to hang out with in school.
I hear the front door open and close, and I know she is gone. The house seems very quiet now. I grab the remote and turn the tv on.
CHAPTER8
KRISTA
Against my better judgment, every morning for the last week, I go to Will's house and help him with his exercises. He seems to be getting better and stronger so today, I will be putting him on the treadmill.
I walk in like I do every morning, only this morning I find him on the floor.
"Will, what happened?" I ask as I rush over to him.
"Umm, I fell asleep on the couch. Something woke me up, and on reflex, I jumped up, tripping over the coffee table in my sleep haze and fell on the floor."
"Does anything hurt?"
"Besides my pride, I don't think so, but I'm not sure if I banged my knee or not," he tells me, giving me a sheepish smile. The one that can be so disarming that you forget what a jerk he is.
"Let's get you up and have a look," I say, trying to sound exasperated, though I'm very concerned that he may have reinjured himself.
