Agreeing, I picked up the fork and pushed the scrambled eggs around on the plate. She
knew my favorite meal was breakfast anytime of the day. Right now, it was going on one in the
afternoon.
“What are you watching?” Cicely asked.
“The news,” I replied.
“Why do you torture yourself with that crap?”
Cicely walked around my room, picking up the clothes thrown around since getting
discharged. It was still decorated like a sixteen-year-old’s room with posters and my favorite
color, baby blue. Last time I was here, I slept over after hanging out later after dinner and not
feeling up to driving home. Now I might be here for the next few weeks until I completely
healed. Jackson for sure wasn’t letting me back on the racetrack, and Cyrus put me on leave of
absence. Thank God Reec
