Into the Fray

CHARLOTTE

The activities of the previous day left me feeling weaker than I’d anticipated, but in a good way. I needed a minute to catch my breath afterward, but I was glad I did it.

“How’re you feeling today?” Sonia asked as she walked into the room.

I stared at her attire in confusion; she was wearing different clothes from yesterday—blue pants and a cream top I had never seen. She usually wore black, and seeing her in different colors felt strange and exciting. I realized she still had the apron on, and my face morphed into a frown. “What are you doing?” I asked, and she chuckled.

“Making you breakfast. Well, everyone’s doing something as well—our way of saying thank you,” she said, folding her arms.

“You don’t have to do anything in return. You already—” I started to say, but she held up her hand.

“I’m sorry, we’ve been over this,” she said, and I chuckled.

“Right. We have. Thank you,” I answered, and she nodded.

“Do you have a plan for today?” she asked, and I looked at the clock,