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I just opened my mouth.
Chicken soup. Perfectly balanced—salt, vegetables, herbs, nothing fighting for dominance.
Another spoonful.
I stared at the thick buttered bread beside the bowl.
His deep chuckle snapped my eyes back to him. Without ceremony he dipped the bread into the soup and held it out.
My appetite came back all at once, sudden and ravenous. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten. Couldn’t remember the last time someone had fed me.
“Good girl,” he murmured, as I bit into the bread like I hadn’t seen food in weeks.
I stared at the tuna melt panini and the small fruit jelly waiting beside the soup.
None of it was packaged.
All of it was fresh.
I ate a little faster.
Chapter 6
Sayla
The meal was so good that I took a nap afterwards. The pain medication was a short-lived relief. My issue was what I discovered when I woke up.
Beside my pillow was an A5 blue laminated sheet.
Daddy Asher’s Rules
?Eat on time & take medicine.
?Bedtime is at 9pm until you feel better.*
?Daily physio and light exercise to encourage recovery.
?No bubble baths until the swelling comes down.
?Ask Daddy for help at any time, day or night.
N.B.If any rules are broken no punishments will be applicable unless you request them.
*Afternoon nap is not mandatory, but highly encouraged.
I stared at it for a very long time.
When my brain recalibrated, I stared at it some more. In fact, I waved it around in my hand like an aeroplane. Perhaps I was still asleep.
No. It was still in my hand.
Daddy Asher?
Flower. Flower. Flower. Flower. Heart.
Footnotes.
I scratched my head.
