ARIA’S POV
“Yes, Aria. Slowly. You can do this.”
My face beaded with sweat as I glared at Grace. I was standing on a training platform with a waist-high rail on either side of me. My hands gripped the rails, trying to keep myself from falling over.
I took a deep breath and moved one foot, trying to ignore the excruciating pain in my legs.
“Yes, keep going, Aria.”
“Shut up, Grace.”
She smiled sheepishly.
I forced myself to concentrate.
It took me ten minutes to get to the middle of the platform through a lot of sweating, panting, and cursing.
The physical therapist watched me, scribbling something onto a note.
His eyes gleamed.
I pushed myself forward.
I can do this.
It’s just like learning to walk again, only harder and more painful.
After another fifteen minutes of cursing a
