She might have noticed, however, that there was the sound of a door opening and closing down the hall. There was a familiar sound of dog paws tapping the flooring, but an unfamiliar walk accompanied it. Marissa had only know Bruce when he was walking with a cane, after all.
He stood in the open doorway and looked at the lump in the bed. Bruce was silent for a moment, almost mournful in his expression. He remembered some of what had happened. It must have been hard on everyone, to fight the people they loved and cared for like that.
"Marissa," he stated flatly, to get her attention.
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