“You’re just getting better and haven’t fully recovered.”

Byron’s eyebrows were knitted, and he disagreed.

Rosalie patiently explained, “I know what I’m doing. I can get out of bed and walk now.”

The two were in a standoff.

After debating for a while, Byron compromised. “You can’t leave the hospital. If you’re worried, I can ask Luther to bring them to the hospital.”

Rosalie hesitated upon hearing that suggestion. “They’ll know I’m ill if they come here.”

She did not want to worry the kids