BRYSON’S HOME
Chantelle opened her eyes, shielding them from the morning sun that brightened the room. Coughing lightly, she looked around the room and was momentarily confused. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was. Sighing, she sat up. Last night, it had been calming with Khloe around. Even though she had been at first concerned that Bryson wasn’t coming home, his absence helped her feel a bit comfortable in the new space. Rubbing at her face, she got off the bed, hoping to make breakfast for herself and Khloe. Spending so much time at the hospital and being disallowed from doing anything in the kitchen yesterday made her feel stiff. It would be nice to get into action after so long.
She got into the shower and changed into something comfortable. Khloe had been nice enoug
