♡Astrid♡

  By the time Joan's baby shower came knocking, I was able to walk on my own. Not as fast, but I definitely wasn't wincing when I stood on my feet anymore.

  I stared at the mirror, careful not to hurt myself with the curling iron. 

  The bedroom door opened, and Adrian walked in. I met his eyes through the mirror. He cocked his head to the side.

  "Not done?" he asked, approaching me, and I pressed my lips together.

  "Obviously," I muttered, ...