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Oliver was out of danger, but his doctor insisted he stay in bed for at least another full day to regain his strength.
That turned out to be an impossible order to enforce, mostly because Sophie declared herself his head nurse. She dragged her massive box of colored markers, three picture books, and Barnaby the rabbit straight into Oliver’s bedroom at eight in the morning, refusing to take a single step outside.
"I have to check his forehead every five minutes," she informed me solemnly, pressing a small, sticky plastic stethoscope against Oliver’s pajama top.
Oliver rolled his eyes, but he didn't shove her away. The vulnerability from last night had softened the sharp edges of his usual defensive shell.
What caught me completely off guard, though, was Zander.
Instead o
