Eliza’s ankle healed sooner than she thought.
But though her broken bones had mended, her mind hadn’t.
The doctor smiled at her as she exited his office. Her mother was outside, anxiously waiting.
“What did he say?” she asked.
Eliza drew in breath and shrugged. “He prescribed some medicine to get me through the night.”
To get rid of the nightmares that kept her awake at night again.
“Oh, Liz,” her mother wrapped her in a tight embrace and she tried not to cry in her arms. “You’ll be alright.”
“I’m sorry for causing you trouble, Mom,” she mumbled.
“You’re not causing trouble, dear.” Her mother pulled back to cup her cheeks. “Never.”
Eliza pulled in another breath and nodded.
How she desperately wanted to believe that.
But her family was going through sleepless nights again becaus
