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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[after this and this]

He's gone the entire morning and it's mid-afternoon when the truck backs into the driveway.

The screen door bangs open and there's a knocking on the other side of the door that sounds like he might be kicking it, he is, and a muffled, "Kate!"

Waiting outside on the porch is Bill and a pine tree that's attempting to smother him against the front door.

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[justdidntseeit]

The swelling's minimal and the bruising isn't as bad as she feared it would be. With carefully applied concealer and foundation and a light application of powder, it's hardly noticeable. (She hopes.)

She's spent the better part of the day cleaning and re-organizing the kitchen pantry and cupboards, more for distraction than necessity, and she nearly drops the wineglasses in her hands when Bill's boots thump against the front door.

Hearing his voice, she puts down the glasses and hurries to the foyer.

She blinks at the evergreen branches that greet her as she swings open the door and half-laughs when her eyes meet Bill's.

"Wow."