The next morning, Anne Sutton was in the kitchen, making food for Nathan Fawcett.
Nathan Fawcett was lying on the sofa. He was out of the hospital...
No, it was less like he'd been discharged and more like he'd moved the entire hospital over.
The house was fully equipped, and his doctor had come back with him, too.
All that had changed was the location; it was no different from being in a hospital.
As Anne Sutton cooked, she glanced at the man on the sofa getting an IV drip. 'I'm just making him a meal. I could have just brought it to the hospital later. Was it really necessary for him to follow me home?'
She wasn't sure if it was because of what happened yesterday, but when she said she was coming home today, Nathan Fawcett had insisted on coming along, which led to the current situation.
As she was cooking, someone walked in. "Nathan!"
Anne Sutton looked up and saw it was none other than Stella Shields.
