Marcelo grabbed three cartons from the freezer and brought them over. Holding the frozen food against his bruises felt wonderful. He was tempted to go sleep in the freezer.

Instead, he set the cinnamon caramel and peanut butter fudge in front of Stephanie and placed a spoon between them. He settled into another chair and with the remaining carton of cherry almond for him.

"I'll order more from our favorite ice cream shop tomorrow." He wasn't going to deny her as much ice cream as she needed.