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Unwelcome home

Kelly's POV
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The hospital lobby buzzed with activity as I Harmony prepared to leave, her discharge papers clutched tightly in my hand. She had been in recovery for several weeks after her surgery, and while her body was on the mend, the emotional journey was far from over. The prospect of returning to my family home should have been a relief, but the reality was different.

As a supportive partner, I stood beside Harmony, her expression a mixture of determination and anxiety.I  had already arranged for a car to take us home, but the air was thick with uncertainty about how my mother would react.

As we approached the entrance,my phone buzzed with a message. I glanced at the screen and my face tightened. "Harmony," I  said quietly, "there's been a change. My mother... she's not ready to have you come home yet."

Harmony's face fell, the hope she had carried with her evaporating in an instant. "What do you mean? I thought we were all set to go home."

I sighed,my eyes reflecting the stress of the situation. "I don't know what's going on. She's been difficult lately and I didn't expect this. She says she needs more time to 'prepare' the house for you."

Harmony's disappointment was palpable. "So where are we supposed to go?"

My voice was filled with regret as I tried to find a solution. "I don't have a plan yet. I was hoping we could stay with a friend or find a temporary place. I'm so sorry, Harmony. I thought everything would be ready."

Harmony took a deep breath, trying to stay composed despite the overwhelming sense of rejection. "It's okay. We'll figure it out."

I wrapped her arm around Harmony, offering her silent support. "We'll get through this together. I promise."

As we left the hospital, the weight of the situation hung over us. I made a few calls, trying to arrange alternative accommodations, but the process was slow and fraught with complications. The emotional strain was evident on both our faces.

After a long day, we finally found a temporary place to stay, a modest but comfortable apartment that offered a short-term solution. Harmony settled into the new space, her spirits slightly lifted by the fact that we had a place to call our own, even if it was only for a little while.

My phone buzzed again, another message from my mother that was likely filled with excuses and apologies. I read it and set the phone down, frustration evident in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry about all of this," I said, my voice heavy with guilt. "I didn't want our first day back to be like this."

Harmony reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "We'll be okay. It's just a bump in the road. We'll make the best of this and figure out the next steps together."

The day had been far from what they had hoped for, but the unwavering support and love we had for each other provided a small but important comfort. As we settled into our temporary home, we knew that the challenges ahead would test our resolve, but our commitment to each other would be our guiding light.

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