Lexi reaches out without permission and takes both of Ana’s hand in hers, squeezing her good hand tightly while holding the other gently. She reaches us and, almost completely ignoring me, she smiles softly down at Ana, who tries her best to smile around the bandaged part of her face. Wearing a pair of blue jeans and a loose white tee, her long brown hair trails her back as she walks out to meet us, barefoot and smiling like a fool. Before I’ve even helped Ana out of the car and into the wheelchair, she throws open the door and peers down at us from the front door. The sun heats my skin the moment I open the door. I tuck the yellow envelope under the pillow, lie back down on the cheap bed, close my eyes, and sleep as a free man.
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