Novel Home Care Novels & Stories

If anything, she broke his heart when she refused his proposal. Just before the silence felt awkward between us, the car pulled up to the front entrance of Haven Medical Group’s main San Francisco campus. It was a sprawling open-air business center with several research facilities, offices, a preschool/daycare facility, and a small clinic. My mother’s care home was also on site technically, but it was located at the edge of the property, almost a mile away from my office.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

I feel like I’m talking nonsense right now, but I do hope that our compatibility of each other would reach my message for him. “Kind of, rather he is close to me than to my parents. And he is living to his own condo as well, so he’s actually not giving me news from home. He’s also away from his family so... and I’m not really interested to listening one.” he muttered like having a hard time to explain it to me so translating it to prettier words, he’s not interested to the big fish I’m about to give him right now.

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

But I'm sure he's in good hands. I squeezed Mia's hand, trying to reassure her. "I'll be fine, Mia. I promise." Mia's eyes searched mine, and I knew she was concerned about a lot more than my physical health. Chloe's threat still hung in the balance, and Mia knew I wouldn't rest until our family was safe. The nurse smiled sympathetically. "We've arranged for a home care team to assist with his recovery. They'll help with physical therapy, medication, and anything else he needs."

Then she threw the cup in the bin and went in. The next eleven hours were the kind that could not be described to someone who hadn't worked them. From the outside they might have looked like a series of tasks medication, meals, personal care, admissions, phone calls, documentation, the endless and necessary bureaucracy of keeping a care home running with reduced staff. From the inside they felt like a river that was running too fast, pulling everything along, requiring constant navigation to avoid the places where it got shallow and dangerous.