“Let’s stop bickering about Brian,” Mother interjected. “Cait’s tired. I’ll spend the night here, but the rest of you can go. Dad and I will bring her home.”
“Mom, you don’t have to stay,” Cait said. “I’ll have the nurse call you guys when they discharge me.”
“Kimberly, let’s go. Cait needs to rest. She has a concussion.” Father bent over and kissed Cait on the forehead. “You take care. We’ll be back in the morning.”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Melisa said, giving Cait’s hand a squeeze.
One by one, Cait’s siblings and their significant others bade farewell to her. They told her they loved her, hugged her, kissed her, and promised to do anything they could to help her.
Their outpouring of love touched Cait. “It’s only a little concussion. I’ll be back on my feet in no time. Thanks for coming. I feel bad you haven’t eaten dinner.”
Cait’s smile dropped as soon as the last visitor left her room. She slipped a finger into the envelope from the flowers and pulled out the note. It was written in Brian’s hand.
Dear Cait, I want you to feel loved. I might not know how to do it, but I promise I’ll try. Brian
