Chapter 4 Nakia
Six Weeks Later
Nakia slurped up her soup in a rush, barely tasting the chicken or the noodles. The soup was bland but she had plenty of experience wolfing down bland, straight out of a can soup. It reminded her of her mom, cracking open the red and white can of chicken noodle soup every time she had the sniffles. For a moment, her heart hurt but she couldn’t focus on that.
It was Wednesday afternoon, which meant Rohn would come by and walk with her. The walking was a figure of speech, as Nakia moved about on crutches, but it was their standing appointment. Rohn’s visits had grown erratic, with more and more days passing between, but he always made it a point to visit on Wednesdays.
The unusually warm day meant they could leave the rehab facility. Last week, snow flurri
