Brittany's POV

A knock at my door. Soft. Polite.

"Come in."

Rachel enters. Simple clothes. Jeans. A soft sweater. Hair loose. Natural waves. Light makeup.

She looks concerned. Genuine.

"Brittany. Thank you for inviting me. How are you feeling?"

She sits beside my bed. Leans forward. Warm expression.

"I'm better. Stronger."

"That's wonderful. I was so worried." She touches my hand. ...