Almost HomeAurelia’s POVBy the beginning of the second month, I had learned how to walk without thinking about it. That alone felt like a miracle.My body was still weaker than it had been before the attack, but the pain no longer controlled every movement. The scars remained, pale reminders of a night I wished I could forget, but at least they no longer kept me in bed.I was finally free to leave.Or so I thought.“You’ll need another few days.”I stared at the healer. “Why?”“Because you’re still not completely recovered.”“I’m strong enough to walk.”“Walking isn’t the only thing you’ll need to do.”“I can manage.” I have wasted too much time here. I have to go home.She sighed. “You’ve been saying that for weeks.”“And I’ve been right.”She gave me a look.I smiled despite myself. For the first time in weeks, something felt almost normal. I had spent so long measuring my life by how much pain I could endure that I had forgotten what it felt like to simply be stubborn.I returned
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