The lights came on early, just as they did every morning.
Normally, I could ignore them.
Today…
They only reminded me of what was waiting.
Physical therapy.
For the first time since waking up from surgery, I genuinely felt nervous.
I had slept surprisingly well.
My body no longer screamed in pain every time I shifted a little in bed.
Even sitting up had become easier.
But walking…
Moving…
Actually using the muscles that had been healing for the last three weeks…
That was another story.
The thought alone made my stomach tighten.
What if I wasn’t ready?
What if I tore something?
What if one wrong movement landed me back in surgery?
The last thing I wanted was to spend even more time inside this hospital instead of finally going home to Ethan.
A gentle knock sounded on the d
