Sophie
It broke my heart when we got to Amber's house unannounced. It was pretty cold out and looked a bit cloudy, giving us the impression that it may rain again. Amber's dad was just getting home. Instead of resting, he got to work on the yard. He apologized to us because he had been so busy that he had had very little time to work on the yard.
Logan being Logan, took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and took the mowing machine away from Mr. Deveroux, getting to work on cutting the grass. It wasn't a big front yard, so he was probably going to get it done quickly. Amber was busy in the kitchen fixing dinner. Her mom sat in a wheelchair with a warm blanket, watching tv. Part of her face still looked droopy from the facial paralysis that her stroke had caused her. She slowly turned
