*Rylee’s POV*
It has been a week since we arrived at the beach, and my bruising has begun to fade, but I have begun to have nightmares of what happened. They are all the same. I keep thinking of ways I could have avoided it from happening but come up empty
Rick has been helping me get through it and has been my rock, but I can see he is growing tired, or maybe it is me imagining things
I feel useless. My headaches have eased, but only being able to use one hand is proving difficult, and I'm becoming frustrated, so today, I plan to try and make Rick a nice lunch and how much I appreciate everything he has done for me.
I get out of bed and go shower, then I go to the kitchen and make myself some coffee
I begin to make the batter for pancakes and then cut up some strawberries and add
