Roxanna was relieved the next day, when it felt like her walking was getting better. She was still having to change the bandages and apply medicine for her wound. She showered on her own, applied some light makeup, and pulled her hair into a quick set of space buns. She let her fringe frame her small face, and dressed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a loose fitting deep purple tank top and slid on a dark cardigan over. She slipped on a pair of black flats, she didn’t have a wish to break her ankles. She also didn’t feel like stuffing herself into a suit. It was a business casual kind of day.
She walked downstairs, took a piece of fruit from the breakfast table, kissed her daughter’s cheek. Amelia was dressed well in a light long sleeved blue dress, with matching tights and buckled sho
