Chapter Fifty-Six:
Cloey spent the rest of the day learning to walk all over again by shuffling about the perimeter of the room, her hands on the wall for support. In the beginning she had to stop often. The armchair, the sofa, the bottom of the staircase became her rest stations. Cloey stopped by the hall bathroom and used the toilet. She was encouraged by the thought that the next morning, she might try to shower.
Later that afternoon, she made her way into the kitchen. Cloey found a container of cold rice in the refrigerator. The rice had been dunked in Szechuan sauce and Cloey spooned the coagulated leftovers into her mouth. After, she made her way to the sink and drank directly from the tap.
Four o’clock came and went. Then six o’clock. And still no Inga or Nick. Cloey knew she sho
