Pushing away thoughts of my past, I finished washing up and climbed out of the tub, wrapped a towel around my body, picked up my boat and left the bathroom, and found Daisey making the bed.
I smiled at her and tucked my little boat inside the bedside table.
''Are you feeling better?'' She asked me, as she fluffed my pillow and placed it onto the bed.
''No.'' I answered, my voice low, as my head stung.
''Food should help.'' She told me as I went into the walk-in, ''Gravy is key, just smother everything in gravy.''
I smiled, ''Thanks for the advice.''
She helped me dress and do my hair, and when I left my bedroom, I came across a lot of shouting, and followed the commotion.
''I WANT MY SON OUT OF PRISON!'' I heard Harper's mother, Venessa shout, as I walked into the living room.
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