Bits of cream remained, but his skin was otherwise clean. He tossed the towel and wrapped me in a hug. My emotions swelled as he rubbed a gentle hand over my back, steering clear of my shoulder blade. The bruises had yellowed, and the stitches were gone. Still, the six-week-old ...
Bits of cream remained, but his skin was otherwise clean. He tossed the towel and wrapped me in a hug. My emotions swelled as he rubbed a gentle hand over my back, steering clear of my shoulder blade. The bruises had yellowed, and the stitches were gone. Still, the six-week-old ...