By the time they returned to the mansion, the sky was painted in shades of orange and golden. The sun was slowly setting, casting long shadows across the driveway. Their car moved gently toward the front of the mansion and rolled to a stop at the entrance. They all sighed deeply in relief.
It had been a long and stressful day, and everyone was tired. The driver stepped out and walked to the trunk to bring out the wheelchair. Davis looked at the chair and sighed deeply. So many thoughts filled his mind. Will I ever stand on my own again? he wondered. How long will I have to keep waiting for someone to help me out of the car?
Slowly, Davis was helped into the wheelchair. Jessica took hold of the handles and gently pushed him into the house.
Once they got to the bedroom, she dropped her bag on the nightstand and slumped onto the bed. Her feet ached, her head throbbed slightly making her brows furrowed. "It must be pain from the tears I shed earlier", She murmured to herself.
