Aria's POV
Hospital discharge happened on a Tuesday, three days after we'd agreed on six weeks, with my shoulder in a sling and Noah holding my good hand with the focused concentration of someone who had appointed himself my official escort and took the role extremely seriously.
"I'm helping Mama," he informed the orderly pushing my wheelchair.
"I can see that," the orderly said.
"She has to be careful because of her shoulder." He looked up at me. "You're being careful."
"Very careful," I confirmed.
"Good." He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll keep watching."
