KATE.
The bruise on my ribs had turned a faint colour of purple. In a week, there'd be no signs of the accident anymore.
Well, except the scar on my forehead. It was a little thing, barely visible, situated just above my eyebrow, but it was there nonetheless.
And it hurt. I mean, don't get me wrong. I was happy I'd come out of it alive, nothing beat that. But it hurt that my face was now tainted.
Oh well. No need dwelling on the inevitable.
I took my thong off and triapsed into the bathroom, headed straight for the bath.
I connected my phone to a Bluetooth speaker, set up a playlist that suited my mood, then placed it beside the bathtub, before climbing in.
I'd made a bath with Epsom salts to relax and just chill. With Bailey gone to work and me resuming work next week, I thought it
