Chapter thirty-four
NEW LINE OF THINKING
Gabriella sat on the edge of the bed inside Joy’s bedroom which featured a tallboy, a large colonial window covered by red lace curtains underneath ash-black drapes, a double bed, and a timber desk with an ergonomic chair over plush white carpeted flooring.
Joy rested her head against the headboard with the blankets tucked over her chest and her right leg in a plaster cast. Her face still had purplish bruising and her forehead had fading grazes. “Thanks for coming by, Gabi, but as you can see, I am fine now.”
“Hmm. So fine that you have your leg still in a cast and your face looks a mess too. I am so sorry this happened to you, Joy.”
She shook her head. “Do not be silly, girl. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
Gabriella took a breath. “Do t
