Chapter 6. Scars & Wounds-3

The cool air feels liberating. I ignore the slight twinge in my calf and unhook my arm from Chastity's guiding hand, wandering away on my own. I inhale the fresh scent of leaves and grass. Spring is finally here and it's a welcome sight after such a harsh winter. Zoe and Martha carry a hamper and blanket up the small hill, kneeling down to unpack our lunch. I had a change of heart after my conversation with Dad in the early hours of this morning. I want to get better. I need to get better. "Wait for the pregnant lady, Aly!" Chastity calls, making me slow down. I drop back to grab her hand and help her over the gentle gradient. "There we go." Martha smiles, unfolding the little chair she carried along. "For you, Chastity." "Thank you, ladies. That's so sweet." She forces a tired smile, lowering herself into the seat. "Are you okay?" I whisper to her. "I should be the one asking you that." She replies softly. "Is this helping?" "It is."