Chapter 45

Anaya

I’ve never been more relieved to see myself walking again after a week of physical therapy. Two weeks ago, my cast finally came off, and let me tell you, it smelled like dog poop. I was relieved that Nicolas wasn’t there to see my itchy and hairy leg. He did, however, send his sister to inquire whether the doctor knew how to remove a plaster. I might have rolled my eyes if I wasn’t smiling at his words on the phone.

We’ve established a comfy routine. Almost every night, he came to my house to visit me or, if he was busy, he would call to check on me. We texted or chatted on the phone about our days at night. I was hoping to walk tomorrow, and he chastised me for my lack of patience. Easy for him to say! I am the one who has been confined to bed for over a month.

Every time he visited me, he would chase everyone who was seated next to me. As soon as he enters the room, he kicks off his shoes and climbs into bed. And we converse as he draws me to him. Goodnight kisses have becom