In Your Hands

HAZEL

Cade is trying very hard to convince me that shaving with one functioning arm is a reasonable activity. It is not.

The room is quieter now.

The children are asleep in their private ward. Cade had insisted on making sure they were carefully examined. With security guarding their door, I'm a bit more relaxed.

"Give me the razor," I tell the stubborn man who is my boyfriend.

"I can man