Elena
I woke with the sun, feeling renewed and refreshed. I was choosing optimism, focusing on the positive possibilities lying ahead for me.
Alice was already up and busy in the kitchen, and she did finally let me help her.
“Are you sleeping okay?” I asked, pulling a loaf of sweet zucchini bread from the oven. “I know the doctor said it could be tough—“
“I slept fine,” she said, a wave of her hand brushing off my concerns, “and last night, I’ll say, my mind felt a bit lighter than it has of late.”
She gave me a knowing look across the kitchen island, and I felt myself blushing.
“You look like you had sweet dreams, too,” said Alice, smiling.
“I suppose I did,” I said, allowing a mischievous grin in front of her. We’d never spoken so intimately before. “I am looking forward to go
