It was another restless night due to your arthritis. You’ve been in pain half of the night, tossing and turning in bed. Joel tried to help, but there’s was nothing much to do…

Next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. Annoyed that Joel wasn’t next to you, you rubbed the sleep off your face. Then you heard the bedroom door open, revealing Joel with a tray

”Mornin’ darlin’, how you feelin’”

He spoke in his usual gravelly voice and thick Texan accent