Natalia’s POV
After Damon left, the days passed interminably slow.
For the first day, I was still mostly bedridden. I tried to get up and move around as much as I could, but it wasn’t easy. My limbs were still heavy, barely responding to my orders at times. Other times, I was simply too exhausted to focus on much.
Grace was a saint, as usual. When she wasn’t helping me with my physical therapy, she was tending to all three children as if they were her own. She entertained the twins with games and arts and crafts, and changed Hope’s diapers. She brought me the baby when it was time to breastfeed and would sit next to me, reading or sewing.
If it weren’t for her, I might have gone insane.
By the second morning, I was able to move around some more. I woke up early and got dressed in som
