His remains

Eyes focused on the end of the pole, Sandra's fingers gripped the long poles horizontally placed beside her. It was her second week in physiotherapy, and her thirtieth day since that incident. It was equally the sixteenth day since she had set eyes on Anthony. He had ensured she had everything, but his presence. Ensuring she never saw him seemed to be his top priority. She groaned as she realized she still had a therapy appointment scheduled for two pm. She really did not want all her activities carried out within the four walls of this building. It was already bad enough that her medical appointments were carried out here. She needed breeze. Fresh air. Not the one that flowed within her compound. She had forgotten what the outside world felt like. She needed a feel of it. The noise,the people,the antagonizing smell of fast food forcing it's way into your nose.

"Ma'am" Her physiotherapist called out to her. She raised her head up.

The woman dressed in a blue shirt smiled w