Bella's POV
After weeks of recovery, my legs finally carried me without searching for something to lean against. The constant ache in my muscles had dulled to an occasional throb, and I no longer needed to grip walls or chair backs just to stay upright.
Toby had bounced back to his usual whirlwind of energy too, racing across our apartment floor like the accident had never happened. Watching him move with such freedom eased something tight in my chest. The fear of another sudden collapse had finally started to fade.
When Fiona insisted we needed to escape our four walls and breathe real air again, I couldn't disagree.
Toby especially needed this. He'd been trapped inside with me through my entire recovery, missing out on nursery school and playground adventures. These cramped rooms weren't enough for a toddler bursting with life.
