Evander returned home today, looking much better, though he still used a wheelchair for longer distances.
"How are you feeling?" Alistair asked, patting his son-in-law's shoulder. They were currently on the back patio, which overlooked the lake.
Evander smiled. "Better, Sir," he replied.
Alistair chuckled, shaking his head. "Why do you still call me 'Sir'?" he asked, both surprised and amused.
Evander shrugged. "It feels strange to call you 'Dad'," he answered.
Alistair burst out laughing. "Alright, whatever you prefer!" he retorted.
They then fell silent, gazing at the lake that evening, which looked beautiful as the sunlight shimmered on its surface.
"When will you two be returning?" Alistair asked, breaking the silence.
Evander sighed. "Soon, but Noah still needs regular check-u
