Only…
I hadn’t set one.
It was Ryan.
Five-thirty.
« Get dressed. »
« I’m exhausted. »
« You’ll have more energy after exercise. »
« My stitches hurt. »
« They’ll heal. »
« Our son needs feeding. »
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Only…
I hadn’t set one.
It was Ryan.
Five-thirty.
« Get dressed. »
« I’m exhausted. »
« You’ll have more energy after exercise. »
« My stitches hurt. »
« They’ll heal. »
« Our son needs feeding. »
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