Roxy POV
When I woke, the bed felt empty. I sat up and noticed Vincent was not in the bathroom, and his side of the bed was cold. He must have gone back to work.
Pulling the curtains back, I looked out at the morning sun.
He would been up a few hours.
After a quick shower and change, I make it downstairs to the kitchen in time to help out with the last of the breakfast preparation.
'Morning, Grandma.' I give her a quick peck on the cheek before getting what was needed for the table. I have improved over time, managing with one crutch; I am so close to getting rid of them. Vincent said it was a matter of confidence, that I was more than ready to walk without crutches but still afraid of falling; the occasional cramps and spasms still occur, not often but enough to make me worry, and
