Maya Stuart:
— Are you well? — Lyan asks, bending down in front of me and looking at my foot.
— I am, but it hurts. — I talk.
— It's not swollen. — he says, watching my foot carefully.
— He didn't swell, but he's very sore. — I say, grimacing, pretending to feel pain when he touches my ankle.
— Sorry. — he says.
— No problem. — I talk.
— I'll get some ice to put on top. — says getting up. — I will be back in a moment.
He leaves and then returns.
— I didn't find ice, but I found a frozen pea. — he says, sitting on the sofa and pulling my foot into his lap, he soon placed the bag of extremely cold peas on my ankle. — Are you sure you and the baby are okay? I think we better go to the hospital.
— I am fine. — I say, if we go to the hospital, he might find out that everything is a li
