I woke up at seven in the morning like I usually would and let out a sigh, pulling myself into a sitting position. I threw my hands above me and stretched, looking around my room with a lazy smile.
But that smile got completely wiped off when my eyes fell on my desk.
I hopped off my bed and sprinted to my desk, studying the picture frame for a few good minutes. That is not where I have left it last night. It has been moved a few centimeters away from where I actually put it.
I frowned. Does that mean my parents came into my room last night? I won't be surprised if they did because, since the accident, they usually come in to check up on me in the middle of the night. But, I am now fully healed from all the injuries I received so why they are coming in still?
I sighed, shaking my head a
