CHAPTER 35: The Weight of Waiting
Elodie's POV
Pain pulled me out of sleep in the middle of the night. It started deep in the injured leg and spread upward until my whole body felt tight.
I lay still for a moment, breathing through it the way I used to breathe through a difficult combination. Then I tried to shift myself higher against the pillows without calling anyone.
My arms worked and my good leg pushed but the injured one refused. The tremor started almost immediately. Heat rose in my face and rustration followed close behind.
For years this body had been my greatest strength. Ballet had taught me to endure, to stay quiet through blisters and exhaustion and to keep moving when every muscle wanted to stop.
Now I could not even adjust my own position without help. The thought
