I took a small, cautious step over the threshold of the house that now felt strangely foreign to me, while I somehow managed to feel a feeling of déjà vu too. I had come into this house dozens, upon dozens of times before, but never quite like this. Matthew had walked me home, all the way from the infirmary, his one arm wrapped around the back of my waist, while the other held my left hand, offering me support in the situation where I would stumble—which had happened quite often throughout our trip.
“Alright, be careful now. We’re nearly there.”
There he went again, murmuring those soft words of encouragement. He was doing it, because he knew that as strong as I was trying to be at the moment, my body was weaker than it had ever been before. It turned out that the bed r
