“Dr.

Owens said her shoulder mobility is up fifteen percent,” Ethan said.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out Martha’s physical therapy intake sheet.

“I wrote her next four appointments in the log.”

He lifted the lid off the heavy Dutch oven on the back burner.

Steam rose into the quiet air, carrying the smell of thyme and roasted garlic.

June gave a soft chirp from her bouncy seat near the pantry door.