The winter in Northmere was bitterly cold.
Jasmine wrapped her wool shawl tighter around herself and sat in a wheelchair, watching the snow fall outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rehabilitation center.
It had already been two months since she came to Greyvale. The cast on her leg had come off the week before, replaced by a lightweight brace, and Jasper said the recovery was going well, but she still had a long road ahead with rehab.
"How are you feeling today?" Jasper asked as he pushed the door open and walked in, holding the latest test results.
"A little better than yesterday," Jasmine said, turning her head to give him a faint smile. "At least I can fall asleep now without needing painkillers."
He sat down across from her and handed her the report. "The ligament is heali
