Although super sore on almost every part of my left side, I feel pretty damn good considering. I still haven’t found out all the details of the accident, although Dr. Hill gave me a business card for a police officer who wants to talk to me about what happened. I’ll call him later. Saint gets me settled on the couch before he walks back into the kitchen and starts messing with things in there. I know he’s just giving me time to talk to my boys, and I appreciate that so much. Ben wasn’t exactly thrilled the last time I saw him. “How are you guys doing?” I ask happily. “How are we? How are you, Mom? You got hit by a car less than forty-eight hours ago,” Ben chuckles, shaking his head slowly. “I actually feel pretty good in spite of being hit by car less than forty-eight hours ago,” I reply with sass, winking at him playfully. He wraps his arms around my shoulder gently and hugs me without squeezing. “You scared the shit out of us, Ma. Please don’t ever do that again,”
