Chapter 7: IndigoDear Bump,
It was Johan’s birthday dinner today. Nick and Boone took care of the gift. I’m the one who usually does that. But it slipped my mind. Can you believe it? Johan is like a father to me and I forgot his birthday?
Doctor Lozeau says, “Don’t worry. It’ll all come back in time.”
This afternoon I had a migraine again and tried to hide it by taking a nap, but when Lene came into the guestroom carrying Vee and turned a light on, she noticed my pained expression. After Violet had fallen asleep beside me, Lene sat on the edge of the bed and caressed my hair. That always helps. “How you feeling?” she whispered, rubbing my earlobe.
“I’m okay.” I kept my eyes closed, hoping the wave of nausea wouldn’t lead to a puking session.
She went back to stroking my hair. “Myles s
