Lisa’s POV
The first time Ethan tried walking again after the accident, I realized recovery was far uglier than survival. People always spoke about surviving like it was the hardest part, it wasn’t. Surviving was only the beginning, healing was where reality truly started. The morning had started quietly enough, pale sunlight pushed weakly through gray clouds outside. The weather had remained cold, the kind of weather that made everything feel slower, softer, quieter. Inside Ethan’s hospital suite, the atmosphere felt calm too, almost deceptive because despite the peaceful silence, tension sat heavily underneath everything.
Today was the day the doctors wanted Ethan to begin taking short walks again, not long distances or anything strenuous. Just a few careful steps to slowly help his b
