Lily looked at her. Of course she understood. She had no idea why she was acting the way she was. It was selfish and it was childish. Maybe deep down inside, she too needed the reassurance of seeing Daddy was awake. When she’d seen him lying there hooked to all those machines, she’d never been more afraid. Every time she lay down to try and sleep, that image crept out to haunt her. She wanted a new image—Daddy sitting up, talking, joking.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ve just been so worried.”
“I know, Sweetheart, but your Daddy’s awake now and everything is going to be all right.”
Diana approached the door slowly. It was only three days before Christmas and Paul had given them the good news. Warren could come home and with time and therapy, there was a good chance he’d recover full use of his legs. She hesitated to go in. Warren wasn’t the same since the accident. With the children he was always happy, joking, as if he were determined to alleviate their worry, but became quiet and brooding whenever they were alone.
She plastered a bright smile on her face and opened the door. “Good morning, Darling. I just spoke to Paul and he said you could definitely come home today. I’ve moved our room downstairs and made arrangements with the rehabilitation center for in home sessions. As soon as you’re stronger we’ll get the equipment you’ll need and have it set up in the office.
He remained silent. “What’s wrong, Warren. I thought you’d be pleased. The children are excited you’ll be home for Christmas.”
“Only for Christmas, Diana, and only for the sake of the kids.”
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