Chapter 32
POV: Emma
Being sick was awful.
Recovering while living in Brookside was even worse.
Not because anyone neglected me.
Because nobody understood the meaning of "rest."
At eight in the morning, someone knocked.
I opened the door to find Mrs. Alvarez holding a bowl.
"I made porridge."
"Thank you."
"You'll finish every bite."
"Yes, ma'am."
She left.
Five minutes later...
Another knock.
Walter stood there with a puzzle book.
"I heard boredom delays recovery."
"I don't think that's medically proven."
"It is in my imagination."
He handed it over and wandered away.
Three minutes after that...
Knock.
Noah.
He proudly held up a drawing.
It showed me wearing a superhero cape.
Beside me stood Damian with a frying pan instead of a sword.
"Why does he have cookware?"
