Chapter 73
Following her morning vitals check with Dr. Quinn, Sarah was granted a brief reprieve: a thirty-minute walk with Jazzy, contingent on the completion of her IV drip. Sarah offered a grateful nod, her eyes tracking the steady rhythm of the machine until the final droplet vanished into the line and entered her bloodstream.
Though her limbs felt heavy and her equilibrium remained precarious, she refused to stay confined. The descent down the packhouse stairs was a grueling five-minute ordeal of focused breathing and white-knuckled gripping of the handrail. Despite the dizzying tilt of the world around her, Sarah’s resolve never wavered; she was determined to trade the loneliness of her guestroom for the fresh air outside, no matter how much her body protested.
“Other than feeling
