Sherryl Woods - Dream Mender

“Hey, Pam, how’s it going?” Jenny asked, her own smile warm, her gaze unflinching.

“Pretty good. I just beat Otis at poker. He has to go out and bring me a hamburger and fries for lunch.”

Otis leaned down, his expression chagrined. “I thought that was going to be our little secret.”

Jenny chuckled. “That will teach you, big guy. There are no secrets between therapist and patient. As long as you’re buying, you can bring me a hamburger, too.”

“Women! The two of you are going to put me in the poorhouse,” the orderly grumbled, but he was grinning as he left.

Frank watched the byplay between Jenny and the teenager for a few more minutes, irritated by their camaraderie, the easy laughter. He could feel the pull of the warmth between them and envied it. Feeling lonelier than he ever had in his life, he finally slipped out the door and went back to his room.

Late into the night, long after he probably should have been asleep, he struggled to move his fingers just a fraction of an inch. He wasn’t sure whether he was trying to prove something to himself…or to Jenny.

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