Raelynn sat at her usual seat in the dining table, her fingertips lightly brushing the silver fork, mind wandering. Her feet felt perfect now—no more aching or throbbing. It was the first time in a while she could walk without caution, and it gave her a sudden sense of freedom.
She glanced at Elion, who was seated at the head of the table, calmly cutting into his breakfast. The soft clinking of cutlery filled the otherwise silent room. Raelynn bit her lip, debating her next words. She cleared her throat.
"I think I'll go to the library today," she said, watching him from the corner of her eye.
Raelynn bit her lip the moment the words left her mouth. She had no idea why she felt nervous about saying it—probably because she already knew what was coming.
Elion never said yes easily. Not when it came to her going to the library.
He always had something to say, some ridiculous excuse to keep her from going. It's too late.
