Past Haunts Diane had seen the doctor. She had, in fact, fractured her leg when she escaped. “Ugh,” she muttered to herself. “If I had only waited one more day, I wouldn’t have broken my leg.” While Diane cleaned up, took a much-needed shower, and rested, the doctor spoke with Matthew and Ralph in the den. “Diane is lucky,” the doctor said. “The fall could have been much worse. Everything should heal on its own, but she needs to keep her leg wrapped and come back for a follow-up in six weeks—which she has already declined.” They shook hands as the doctor left. “Ralph,” Matthew asked, “why would Diane turn down the doctor’s request?” “She’s like her mother,” Ralph replied. “Not a fan of doctors unless absolutely necessary. I’m not sure if she’s told you, but both she and her mother developed arthritis at a young age. It took countless doctors to figure out what was wrong. The medical costs for her mom are what pushed me into the work I do. When we learned Diane had juvenile arthr
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