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Chapter 3 The second and third days after my surgery were kind of rough, and I spent a lot of time sleeping. And enjoying Holden’s care and attention. He brought a TV into his room so I could occupy myself whenever I was awake enough to do so. On the third day, I joined him in the kitchen for meals, but he sent me back to bed as soon as I was done. On day four, I woke feeling so much better, I didn’t have any trouble getting out of bed. My bladder was full, but I heard the shower running, so I headed for the kitchen to make coffee while I waited for Holden to be done. While the coffee was brewing, I checked my phone. I’d been looking at it on and off the past few days and responding—albeit vaguely—to any message I had to. The family group text was always full of comments, and with ten pe