Six days after Sofia was admitted, I went to the same private clinic for a follow-up appointment. My physical therapist checked my wrist, shoulder, and back, then told me plainly that for the time being I should limit my exposure to high-stress situations and avoid standing for long periods."You're recovering faster than we expected, but that doesn't mean you're back to where you were three years ago," she said. "It will still take time for you to sleep better, stop startling so easily, and feel less pain."I nodded and put the report in my bag. On my way out of the exam room, I ran into my mother. She was carrying the soup Sofia liked, and she froze for a second when she saw me."What are you doing here?""Follow-up."My mother looked a little guilty, almost apologetic. "Sweetheart, how did it go?""It went okay."She let out a breath of relief, then hesitated. I knew that look too well."If you have something to say, just say it."My mother was quiet for a few seconds. "Let's push t
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