Kayla’s pov
I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs tingling under the weight of the blanket, and watched while she fluffed my pillows and took my pulse. I wasn’t really looking at her. My thoughts had been preoccupied by things I’d forced myself to forget, but now they came back.
At least I was done with those exercises and I was glad it was supposed to give me back sensations to my feet. At least it was beginning to work.
Soon, the door clacked open.
I turned my head and there she was – the mother of the quadruplets. The mother of my so-called mates.
She smiled at me as if we were old friends, as if I had any interest in her being there in the first place. I forced a smile back, but it wasn’t real. The kind that crinkles your face and sparkles in your eyes but it was very fake.
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