Melody opened her eyes and slowly stretched a leg, glad to feel no muscles protesting the movement. As she sat up and rolled her neck, she felt only a slight twinge. She had begun to think that she might never feel normal again. Over a week had passed since the kidnapping, and the first few mornings she was barely able to move. James had whisked her away to a little private beach on the Caribbean, and she’d just moved from beachside lounge chair to poolside lounge chair to the hammock on the front porch for four glorious and beautiful days. Finally, the last day there, she had started feeling better and could move without her muscles screaming at her.
Now they were back in Atlanta, and in the last four days, she’d had a crash course in what her new normal would look like. She glanced at t
