Chapter 25
Kayla pov
Monday morning felt different. Lighter, somehow, despite my ankle still aching with every step.
I stretched, blinking against the sunlight through my curtains, and caught myself smiling at nothing in particular before I'd even fully woken up.
My aunt noticed the second I walked into the kitchen.
"Someone had a good weekend," she said, sliding a plate toward me, eyebrows raised.
"It was fine."
"Fine doesn't usually come with that face."
"I don't have a face."
"You have a whole face right now." She grinned, unbothered by my protest, setting my medication beside the plate. "Take these. And slow down on the painkillers, you're not supposed to be eating them like candy."
"One time."
"Twice. I counted."
I rolled my eyes, swallowing the pills obediently, grateful
