Isabella
The next morning, I almost convinced myself not to go. It wasn't because of the exercises, or the pain, or even the endless stretching that seemed designed by someone who genuinely disliked human beings.
It was because my father had said something the night before that refused to leave me alone.
“Choose because you're happy. Not because you're afraid.”
The words followed me all the way to the rehabilitation center.
By the time I reached the therapy wing, I'd already decided I was going to pretend they didn't exist. It seemed like the healthiest option.
"...Good morning.".I looked up to find one of the nurses smiling at me.
"Morning."
"They're waiting for you."
“What?” I frowned."They?"
"You'll see." That wasn't remotely reassuring.
I made my way down the familiar hallw
