Roy Lewis's vision had basically returned to normal, although he still had a cast on his foot, two broken ribs that hadn't yet healed, and the wound on his head.
But he had already started propping up a small table on his bed, working hours were granted by his private doctor, changing from the original two hours to one hour each in the morning, noon, and evening.
Since he could now get out of bed and sit in a wheelchair, Richelle Dunn didn't have to massage his muscles anymore but instead pushed him out for a walk to get some fresh air.
Roy had initially thought that today's walk would be just like any other.
However, as soon as Richelle pushed him from the hospital corridor to the lawn, three little figures came running towards him like rockets.
Roy saw that they were his three darlings and opened his arms wide to embrace them from afar.
