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Kate’s Point Of View
I rested in bed or lounged on the living room sofa for the next few days, wrapped in a fleece blanket. Within strict convalescing constraints agreed with Jacob and Doctor Carmichael, I conducted my life and business from a laptop and phone.
My husband was rarely more than ten meters away, fussing precisely the way any wife would hope, given our circumstances. He was constantly attentive and loving.
Doctor Carmichael visited every day, each time pronouncing me as being a step closer to safety. A threatened miscarriage was a warning shot across my bow, so regardless of my seemingly full recovery, I knew my stressful lifestyle must change.
Jacob was right about resting; as always, he was the solid anchor my life needed. He never mentioned the problems at Narvona during his visit on the day he left my side, simply working them through with Travis, who he said had mellowed. As I checked our online Trello project management boards, I saw one problem after another knocked over and archived.
Then, mysteriously and entirely out of character, Jacob came to me with an idea to relax and recuperate. I didn’t like it much and scowled, feeling too coddled.
“I’m not sure why I need a spa day with your sister, Jacob. We have everything right here: a swimming pool, hot tub, sauna, steam room. I even have a massage bench, so all I need do is call a beautician to visit.”