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Mike was being discharged today. Max gave him the news last night.
She’d visited him with a sweet treat to announce the good news.
Good felt like an overstatement. Yeah, it was great he was leaving the hospital, but he can’t go home. Not with his house as an effective crime scene and half his family dead.
“I don’t know where I’m going to go…” Mike mumbled, staring at the ceiling. Max was resting against his side like usual.
“I’d offer my place, but it doesn’t exist.”
“The Sinclairs have enough on their plate. I’ll…figure it out. Maybe I can stay…wherever Holly is.”
“She’s staying with Derek’s family, as far as I’ve been told. After everything, they offered to house her until you and your mom are healed enough.”
Mike hums. “Nice of them.”
“Yeah. If you’re desperate, Steve has a place. No one’s ever home so there’s millions of empty rooms.”
“I’d…rather not…? That sounds so entitled of me, but I just want to go home, not some showroom.”
“Maybe a bit entitled, but you also went through hell. You deserve to go home.”
“But I can’t. Because Mom’s still in recovery, so I have no one who can care for me.”
“We’ll figure it out. Will would probably come in offering.”
“He…has a place?”
“Joyce got a place through government money. Three-bedroom.”
“I can’t…They lost Jonathan, they shouldn’t have to take care of me through that.”
“If they offer, take it, Mike. You need people around to help you.”
“Only if they offer.”
“Good.”