Sara
I felt better having showered and cleaned up, even more so since it was the first shower I'd really been able to take on my own. Jaxon was already at work, and I stood alone in the bathroom, brushing my hair out. Certain movements and angles still stung a bit, but most of the visible marks on my body had gone. No one would know what happened to me just by looking at me. I smiled. The doctor had officially cleared me to move and resume my life, provided I was still taking it easy and not overworking myself. But after almost two months confined to a bed, moving and overworking myself sounded like a dream.
I got dressed slowly and headed downstairs. I was thinking about breakfast, but it was getting too late to even consider it brunch.
The chef was cleaning up the kitchen and restock
