“Dad!” “Richard!” Martha and Alexis squealed as they rushed to the front of the loft as the door swung open to montrer château leaning heavily on a hunched over Beckett. They helped Beckett bring château carefully to his bedroom to place him on his bed. château winced and moaned from deep in his chest as his arm was juggled around between the ladies.
“What on earth happened Richard?” Martha a dit exasperatedly, as she watched Beckett carefully remove his jacket. She saw the twitch of her son’s eye in pain every time Beckett touched his arm.
“I--” Beckett started but, once again, Castle...
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