Chapter 12
A couple of hours and a couple of pain pills later, Elenda waited in the small family dining room for her father to get home. Her mother had banished her from the kitchen, a place she was uncomfortable in under the best of circumstances. The crutches and her slow and awkward movement were too much for either of them to handle.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and for some reason a chill raced through her. This anxiety wasn't as simple as not wanting to be scolded for devices at the table like a teenager, or as complicated as an unwelcome message from one of her various exes.
This chill began and ended with the lingering pains in her body and her heart, both new and old.
Elenda’s smile at hearing from one of her oldest friends faded with every line.
Sorry she didn't get bac
