NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

It had been a week since I lost my sister, my only anchor to the world. Physically, I had gotten a lot better. I was no longer bedridden and was already going through my physiotherapy sessions. Most of my wounds had healed, but I was still to go through a surgical operation to help with the broken ribs. Clayton had still not come to see me. I could have been fine with it, but it was to me how insignificant I was to him, how little, I was nothing but trash, and he simply ...