Several days later, Gabriel took his first steps outside the house of his own free will. Although he had been mobile and moving about the house, much to Diane and Daphne’s displeasure, he hadn’t yet walked outside. He had been too weak and the idea of collapsing outside and being carried into the house by the women hadn’t held any charm to him.
But now he was able to walk without dragging his legs as though anchors weighed them down. So he figured it was time he got a good look at the farm that was temporarily his home. He also hoped walking around would give him a clue as to what was going on.
It was mid-morning. He had already had a shower and changed into one of the old faded T-shirts and sweatpants Jocelyn had given him. Breakfast had been cereal with the boys, who were now somewher
