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“I guess you’re feeling up to eating at the table?” he asks me, motioning to a bar stool that doesn’t have a back.
“I am kind of tired of being in bed. I want something to be a little normal,” I confess.
He smiles. “Whatever you want.”
I walk over and try not to cringe at having to push myself up ontothe seat. I try not to look at Isaac as I don’t want him to see my struggle.
A thought hits me, one I’ve tried not to think about. During my week stuck in the basement, there were women that were brought in and soon they were taken somewhere else.
I wish I knew what happened to them.
“Isaac, do you know if they found any of the women that were sold?” I ask him
His back stiffens and he sets down the spatula. “We did find a notebook and we have someone trying to trace down the women currently.”
My heart hurts at the thought of what they are going through. How can someone be so evil to do this?
I rub my face, sighing to myself. I felt so helpless watching these women break in front of me and then be removed so quickly.
I tried to get them to hold on. I tried to speak to them in the darkness of the room but I was always met with silence.
“It’s not your fault,” he tells me.
I nod but I am not sure even if I believe it at this point. I just don’t know how to feel right now.
He plates the food and slides it in front of me, then sits next to me. “It’s not, you don’t control other’s actions.”
I know that he is speaking the truth but it doesn’t discount the fact that we all feel like we could have done more, been better, something.
“How is Sydney?”
He smiles. “She’s good. She’s home with her kids and Kane.”
I’m forever grateful that she had someone who loved her enough to find her and protect her before anything bad happened to her.
She came to visit me at the hospital. I can tell she is a genuine soul and she just happened to get messed up in all of this like I was.
“Kane told me that she wants to come visit you when you’re feeling up to it.”
I smile at that. “I would love that.”
I take a bite of the French toast and chew, trying not to make a face at the crunchiness of the egg shell that I just ate.
“How is it?” he asks me, taking a bite of his bacon.
I school my features. “It’s great. Thanks for the breakfast.” I force down every bite, some parts are not even cooked.
He eats his and then eats what’s left of mine.
“Are you ready for me to clean your back?” he asks me.
I don’t want to do it but it has to be done. “Yeah, let’s get it over with.” I walk back into the bedroom very slowly and take off my shirt, turning my flannel around, sliding my arms through the sleeves in front, leaving my back exposed.
He walks into the bedroom carrying a bag. I can see through the opening and it’s full of supplies.
I scoot up the bed so he can sit behind me. I take the remote turning on the TV to distract myself.
“Here is a pillow if you want to lean forward on it.” Isaac hands me the pillow, placing it on my lap.
