(Ridge)
I woke up the next morning around seven. Mira was still asleep next to me.
I sat up. My side ached but not as bad as yesterday. The rest had helped.
I got out of bed. Walked to the bathroom. Checked the bandage. No blood. No signs of infection. Good.
I took a shower. Made sure to keep the bandage covered and dry. Got dressed.
When I came back to the bedroom, Mira was awake.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Better."
"Your side?"
"Hurts. But not as bad."
She got up. Came over. Kissed me. "You need to take it easy today."
"I will."
"I mean it, Ridge."
"I know."
My phone rang. Sarah.
I answered. "Hey."
"Ridge. I wanted to let you know we've planned Derek's service. It's this Saturday. Ten in the morning. At St. Michael's Church on Elm Street."
"Okay. I'll be there. W
