Chapter Twenty Two

Ayva’s POV

Two months flew by in the blink of an eye, and now it was my final day of physical therapy. I had made remarkable progress—I could walk flawlessly and even run as fast as I pleased. Though my memory hadn't returned, I was overjoyed to regain my independence, no longer confined to a wheelchair.

Earlier, I had texted Justin to let him know that the doctor had discharged me. He replied, saying he was in a meeting. As much as I hated to admit it, his message made me a little sad. Justin had been there for me throughout the past two months, accompanying me to the hospital and even arranging for his secretary to be by my side on the days he couldn't make it. But today, for the first time, I had come to the hospital all by myself.

After bidding farewell to the nurses, I stepped out of the hospital, taking a deep breath. I felt liberated, happy, and capable of going anywhere I desired. Normally, I would head back to Amanda's house after therapy, but today, I wanted to go somewhere