Macey
I am finally fully healed and can do plenty of things alone but the triplets and my aunt won’t let me even lift a finger.
The doctor allows me to have limited movement which I take full advantage of by going outside for a stroll where I can clear my head and try to wrap my mind around everything that has happened and what I want to do after all this.
The evening walks quickly become my favorite part of the day because for a little while, I can escape the worried looks, the questions and the hovering.
The strange feeling that everyone knows something about me that I don't.
Out there, with the wind brushing against my skin and the sun warming my face, I can almost pretend that my life is normal again.
Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine that none of this ever happened: no k***
