Kayla
The next morning dawned bright and clear; well, about as bright and clear as it could be with my wounded leg still throbbing with pain.
I found Nicholas, Henry, and Ava downstairs by the time I managed to drag myself out of bed and get dressed. They were seated around the kitchen table, Nicholas devouring a comically large stack of pancakes that I could just picture Ava forcing him to eat while Henry flipped through the newspaper.
Of course, the moment I entered the room, Ava began doting on me. A cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes was shoved in front of me before I could even say “Good morning,” and Ava was already inspecting my stitches.
I tried not to show the disappointment on my face as she said that it would still take some time to heal. Instead, I busied mys
