Grace's surgery was a success.
Isaac felt a weight lift off his chest, his whole being relaxing now that the ordeal was over.
The next day, Grace was in such agony from the incision that she had no choice but to pop some painkillers. But even those couldn't fully stave off the waves of pain.
Daniel was beside himself with worry for Grace, his eyes rimmed red with tears.
But this only made Grace's heart ache more. "Sweetie, don't cry. I'm not in pain anymore."
Standing by the window, Daniel's voice trembled, barely above a whisper, "It's okay if you hurt. I'll blow on it and make it better."
Grace let out a snort of laughter. "Okay."
Daniel lifted her shirt and gently blew on her wound. He didn't last long before his cheeks ached from the effort, eliciting chuckles from those around them.
Puffing up with resolve, Daniel declared, "I'm going to practice when I get home. I'll be able to do it for much longer."
Brittany pinched her son's cheek affectionately. "You'll have to work hard, darling."
Grace's condition visibly improved day by day.
Although she wanted to check on Joie, she was still bedridden.
So, she settled for a video call to stay in touch.
Joie, being young, bounced back quickly, up and about in less than twenty-four hours. She visited Grace's room, moving a bit awkwardly, but she was faring much better than Grace.
Seeing her in such discomfort softened Grace's heart, even making her consider keeping her around.
However, as soon as she remembered what Joie had done, the words got stuck in her throat, unspoken.
Before Joie left, Grace called out to her. "Take care of yourself once you’re abroad."
Joie hesitated, managing a small, wry smile. “Grandma, I will.”
She leaned over, pouring Grace a glass of water. “I’ll take good care of myself. You stay healthy too.”
Grace drank the water without suspicion, “Alright.”
Joie’s lips curved slightly as she saw Grace’s trusting demeanor.
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