It takes a couple of more days before I start truly feeling like my old self again. My illness still sits heavy in my bones. Being bedridden for so long made me feel sluggish and tired. How many hours have I slept the past few days? I was definitely asleep more than I was awake.
But now, I can at least shower and dress, and I even feel hungry. So I slink out of my room and into the hallway.
Archer, Beau, and Steven are in the living room. Whatever they were talking about before seeing me abruptly stops the moment I come into their line of sight.
It’s unnerving, having three sets of eyes look at me so carefully. Do they think I’ll contaminate them?
“I’m not sick anymore,” I say.
Archer stands and comes nearer. He blocks my route to the kitchen. I feel a bit like he’s trying to trap me
