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Damon

It was late before I got Phoebe home that night. We’d waited until Tabitha was cleared by Dr. Hines to return to Berkshire. The ambulance I’d arranged had taken her back, and she’d been settled with a contracted private attendant who would monitor only her for the next few days. That had allowed Phoebe to finally leave Tabitha once her sister was cozy in her own bed, snuggling a toy cat she hugged like her life depended on it, and quickly drifted off to sleep, since she was still recovering from the anesthesia.

Phoebe was looking tired too, so I settled her into bed before slipping away to deal with some of the business I’d dropped so hastily that morning. The information Danny had compiled was on my desk, but I couldn’t focus on it.

Instead, I thought about Phoebe, who had been convinced she’d been selfish for taking some down time. Had we been? I didn’t know, but I didn’t think she could live her whole life in proximity to her sister for immediate emergency responses. If Carey