Window on the Bay by Debbie Macomber

Author:Debbie Macomber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2019-07-15T16:00:00+00:00

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I hadn’t heard from Rowan since he’d dropped me off late Friday afternoon, but I hadn’t worried, as he’d mentioned he was back on duty Saturday and Sunday. That didn’t explain the next two days after that, however, and I feared I’d read more into our time than I should have. I comforted myself with the thought that if he gave every patient the attention he’d given my mother, then it stood to reason why he had such little free time to connect with me.

I’d spent time with my mother on Sunday afternoon and she was progressing well, but I still was surprised to get a call on Wednesday from Parkview telling me that Mom had passed all the necessary requirements to return home. This was unexpected, as we’d figured she’d need at least another week, but they explained that she had shown such determination and had fully cooperated with her therapists. They were confident she would continue with her exercise regimen upon returning home. Mom was ecstatic. By the time I arrived at the facility, she was nearly bouncing off the walls, eager to leave.

“I didn’t think you’d ever get here,” she said. If there’d been a chandelier, she would’ve been swinging from it.

“I came as soon as I got the call,” I said, smiling. Her happiness was contagious. Although she’d passed all the physical requirements, I was still a bit concerned about leaving her alone at home. As soon as Parkview called, I’d packed a few items, intending to spend a couple nights with her at the house to make sure she was settled in.

Upright and using her walker, Mom glowed. “Look, Jenna!” she said, standing on her own, “No hands!”

“Mom, be careful,” I chastised, but I couldn’t keep from grinning. My mom had probably warned me to be cautious when I’d first learned to ride a bicycle.

Since she’d been at the facility, Mom had accumulated more stuff than I’d realized. I had to make several trips to and from the car, hauling out her things. The PT assistant waited for me to return so she could review the list of home exercises and medical instructions. The physical therapy sessions would continue, and I’d already talked to Mrs. Torres, who had agreed to take Mom to and from her PT appointments on the days I was working.

“I can’t wait to see Mr. Bones,” Mom said as we packed her last items.

The thankless cat had shown zero appreciation for the attention and care I’d given him. I certainly didn’t do it for him; I did it for Mom, who had worried endlessly about her scrawny, beloved friend.

Getting her in the car demanded some patience. It wasn’t easy for her to move and twist around, but she didn’t complain. I deeply admired my mother and was happy that the worst of this ordeal was over. Once she was home, everything was sure to improve. I knew people tended to heal faster in a familiar environment.

When I parked the car in front of the house, she let out a small cry of delight.

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