AUTHOR’S POV Jack wiped the sweat off his forehead with his apron and glanced at his phone. He had been waiting for George's call for days, but there was no sign of him. He couldn't mind link with him either, which meant he was either in trouble or something. He hoped it was the latter.He was cleaning the living room of Nora's apartment, a favor he felt he owed to the twins as he was their caretaker now. Mrs. Clark was sitting on the couch, watching TV, with her crutches next to her. She waved at him to come over and said in a weak voice, "Dear, can you help me get up? I need to use the bathroom.""Sure, ma'am," Jack said, dropping the mop in the bucket and walking over to her. He bent down and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her gently off the couch. He handed her her crutches and said, "Here you go, ma'am. Be careful, okay?"A slow smile spread across her mouth. “Thank you, dear. You are such a darling. The twins are lucky to have someone like you, taking care of them.
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