Chapter 53

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We drive home later, after midnight.
Mom ushers me and Riel to our rooms while she tucks Dad into bed.
Riel and I stare at her. She kisses Dad on the forehead, stroking his hair from his sweaty forehead.
She turns around and glares at us.
"Go!"
Riel and I walk to our rooms.
"Do you think Dad'll be ok?"
I look at Riel nervously.
He runs his fingers through his hair.
"He'll be fine. Dad's a fighter, you're like him that way."
He pushes my shoulder softly, smiling crookedly.
"Thanks."
I smile and head into my room, yawning.
I change out of my clothes and pull on my pajamas.
I climb into bed, moving my hands gingerly.
I yawn again and close my eyes.

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