3 days later
*Will*
The last few days have been a whirlwind. It feels like just yesterday I was sitting in the hospital, anxiety gnawing at me as I waited for Frida to be discharged. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders… packing up my sister’s belongings, arranging for them to be stored, and preparing for the monumental task of bringing Frida back to New York with us. Kiera has been my anchor through all of it, her unwavering support a balm to my frayed nerves. Kiera also helped me with deciding which of Frida’s things to bring, and what things of her mothers to bring for her.
Now, as I glance across the plush interior of the private jet, I see Frida comfortably nestled on the couch, her broken leg propped up on a pillow. Her bright eyes are glued to the screen,
