“What's wrong with your face? Why are you frowning like that?”
“Nothing. I'm reading a novel, Ave.”
Cammila lowered the book from her face. She looked across the room, where her sister was doing physiotherapy to train her leg muscles that had not been used for walking for a long time. Avery occasionally winced in pain when her therapist told her to step on a plank.
“I see you're not really focused on your book.”
“You turned into a psychic after waking up from a coma, huh?”
Ms. Betty, the therapist, giggled as she guided Avery to take one more step towards the finish line.
“I know everything about you, my dear sister. Your face is like an open book.”
"Uh, impressive," Cammila rolled her eyes lazily at Avery, who was mocking her.
“Ms. Betty, can I go back to my room? I think my leg m
