Chapter 4It was just after three in the afternoon when I finally opened my eyes again. Sunlight was glistening into my room. My body was sweaty against the blankets, though I was thoroughly comfortable. Of course, I did have to pee. Pushing myself up, I slid my feet to the floor and only felt a dull sting as I pressed my weight against the bottom of my foot. Dad had definitely made it feel better.
After washing my hands, I wandered back to my bedside and checked my phone. No text messages or missed calls. The field must be treating them well enough for mom to forget about my foot. My stomach grumbled then, so I hobbled out to the kitchen to search for food.
He said he brought me food, so I opened up the small fridge and found a takeout box. Inside was a grilled chicken breast, a small si
