67. Trial
Michelle
“Did she fall asleep?” Ryan asks from the bottom of the stairs.
I nod silently.
“Yes, she took the medication and fell asleep,” I reply in a low voice.
He gives me a slight smile, one of those that say more than they show. I went downstairs and joined him for dinner. The silence between us is not uncomfortable; it's one that understands the fatigue and weight of the days.
Candace was discharged from the hospital just a week ago. It was on the doctor's recommendation: with the necessary care, she would be better at home. And she wanted that too. She felt that here, in her own space, she could heal faster.
Despite trying to appear strong, smiling when someone asks how she is, we know all this has hit her hard. We see it in small gestures, in the way she stares out t
