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We watch as Robert gets shoved into

a police car. Creed hasn't let go of me.

Gracie is holding me around my waist,

and Willow looks as if she will murder

someone. "I'm okay, babies," I assure

them, even though I don't feel it.

CREED STAYS on the couch for the next

week. He refuses to go home until I'm

all right. I'm writing again, and it helps