For the first half-month after waking, Maisie Joyce focused on gradually readjusting to her life.
She had been lying in bed for two years. Although she'd been meticulously cared for, her physical functions had inevitably deteriorated.
Her limbs were weak. At first, she could only manage liquid food. Her mind felt sluggish, she could only speak in short phrases, and she had to pause to process what others were saying... There were so many problems. 'But compared to turning into a monster or dying,' she thought, 'this is the best possible outcome!'
Since she woke up, Claire Chapman had been by her side constantly.
He created a daily schedule for her, massaged her limbs, cooked for her, fed her, and even helped her bathe, get dressed, and manage her personal needs. It was as if they were an ordinary couple weathering a storm together.
But they weren't. Not really.
Maisie Joyce couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.
