The days started to blur together in the best way possible.
My recovery was slow and hard but every day felt like a victory. I was getting stronger. I could walk to the kitchen now without feeling like I was going to faint. My ribs didn't scream in pain every time I took a deep breath, and the bruises on my face were fading from dark purple to a light yellow.
But the best part of my recovery wasn't the medicine or the rest. It was Luca Montgomery.
He was still the most attentive man I had ever met. He had shifted his whole life to be near me. He did his hockey workouts in the home gym whenever he was sure it couldn't get him in trouble with his coach. If he went out he came back earlier from practice and every time he had a game he came straight home after. He was always there, like a s
