Liam and Cynthia came home a few short hours later to me sitting on the couch reading "Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms". It was one of my favorites as a teen, and I remembered exactly where I'd first read it, but best of all, Cynthia was with me when I bought it, and that day was the best day of my life.
Cynthia sat down beside me. Softly, like a feather. If my eyes had been closed, I might not have noticed her.
"Do you remember when I got this book?" I asked her.
"Yes." She didn't say anymore after that. She picked up her purse, went to her room, and closed the door. I closed my book and sighed.
"Thanks for breakfast," I said to Liam.
"Oh, it's no problem," he told me.
I decided I liked having Liam around.
Later that evening, when I took Cynthia her medications, I found something interesting. Cynthia was sitting on her bed reading a book. It was Anne of Green Gables, a book we both loved. I was pleasantly surprised by my discovery. I hadn't seen Cynthia reading a book since before the accident. To be fair, though, I hadn't seen her do much of anything she used to enjoy since before the accident.
After watching her take her medications, she returned to the book, and I quietly slipped out of her room to tell Liam of this improvement.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Kate
RomanceKate's life is full of stress and chaos. She doesn't have time for a boyfriend between work, college, yard work, and home management. That is until Liam shows up at her house one day. At first, she thinks that Liam's staying with her is going to ju...
