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Marcus meowed loudly at seeing Jillian in the car and eagerly went to her outstretched arms. “There’s my big guy,” she said, rubbing his ear. He purred with contentment and settled into her lap during the drive home.
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“I hope I didn’t hurt Ron and Ellie’s feelings by not getting out of the car at their house,” Jillian said.
“Not at all. I explained that Dr. Wyatt wants you to take things slowly and promised we’d visit as soon as you’re ready.”
Before reaching Crystal Lake, Mike stopped at a fresh food market and purchased a few groceries, and they arrived home at dusk. Once inside, Jillian walked around the rooms, looking at familiar things, and Marcus followed close behind, keeping her within sight.
“Mike, you’re living in Alexandria, but everything in the cottage is spotless, not a speck of dust anywhere.”
“The maid still comes weekly to clean. I kept her on because it’s not easy finding someone who will do such a good job. Are you getting hungry? I bought fish and vegetables to cook for dinner.”
“I am getting hungry, and that sounds great.”
“Why don’t you rest on the couch while I make dinner?” he suggested.
Jillian nodded her head in agreement. “This has been the most activity I’ve had in a while, and I am rather tired.” She stretched out on the couch and was soon asleep. Marcus jumped up next to her, deciding a nap was a good idea.
Mike smiled at Jillian and Marcus sleeping together on the couch. That’s a sight I’ll never tire of. The day had begun with uncertainty, and now his wife was home. He bowed his head and gave heartfelt thanks.
After dinner, Mike lit the gas fireplace in the den, and the warmth soon spread throughout the room.
“The dinner was wonderful, but then, you always did cook better than me,” Jillian said.
“You’re a better cook than you realize.” They relaxed and talked for a long time, until Jillian struggled to stay awake.
Mike glanced at the clock. “It’s later than I thought. Are you ready for bed?”
“I just remembered that all my clothes are at Nell’s house.”
“The clothing you kept at the cottage is still here.”
“Mike, I’m so sorry you went through all of this, believing I died.”
“Sweetheart, you’ve gone through more.”
It felt good to be back home in her own bed. Jillian laid her head on Mike’s shoulder, and they both slept peacefully.
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