I woke late the next morning. I think every muscle in my body ached. I was so stiff and swollen. I could barely move. The light streaming through my pale pink curtains told me it was early afternoon. My fingers crawled to the edge of the bed. Every fiber in my muscles screamed as I eased up into a sitting position. My feet touched the floor. I very carefully took one painful step at a time to the bathroom.

The door opened before I could touch it. That girl, Marcy, stood in my bathrobe ...