DanteConfinement had become unbearable. The doctors had repeated the same instructions every single day. Rest. Recover. Avoid unnecessary movement. Allow my body time to heal. I understood the logic behind every word they said, but understanding did not make it easier to follow.Sitting inside that room while everyone else moved around me had started affecting my patience. I had spent most of my life being the person who handled problems, the person who made decisions, the person others came to when they needed direction. Now, I was forced to lie in bed while the world continued without me. I hated it.So, against every order I had been given, I got out of bed that morning. The pain was still there. My ribs still protested with every movement, and my body reminded me that I was not completely healed, but I ignored it. I had survived worse. What bothered me more was not knowing what was happening. For weeks, I had been trapped, unaware of everything outside that cell. I had no idea wh
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