Nora's POV

It was morning. I had survived the horrors of the previous day. With how long the event was and how deep the trauma felt, I found it hard to believe that it had only been a day.

What a horrible day. And it seemed I was about to have many more.

If I said that I was ready to face the day, I would be lying.

I let out a sigh as I moved to the bathroom, my feet protesting in pain as I covered the small distance from my much smaller bed to the much more smaller bathroom in the room as ...