Chapter 17
Jordan walked with crutches from his garage car elevator that his wife now worked like a pro. She didn’t jerk the car upon entry so she must have driven her Mercedes more than a few times since he’d been in the hospital.
She followed behind him like she might catch him if he fell, which was funny because she wasn’t nearly as strong as him physically and he’d probably crush her—so he was careful.
He struggled with the door and she slipped in front of him to open it.
The scream coming from the living room could only be one person.
He walked in with his crutches and saw the curly brown hair of his sister flopping around as she jumped up from the couch. She ran over to him, arms out wide. “Welcome home, Jordan.”
“Arwa.” He hugged her carefully.
Martha came in after them. He w
