(Cole)
Thursday came quickly.
Lena was up before me, which wasn't unusual, but she was dressed and ready by the time I came downstairs which told me she had been awake for a while. She was at the island with a glass of water, not the lemonade she had been drinking since Sunday, just water, and she looked better than she had four days ago. The soreness was almost gone according to her. She was moving around without the carefulness she had needed at the weekend.
"You didn't have to get up this early," I said.
"The appointment is at nine," she said.
"It's seven thirty," I said.
"I know," she said.
I poured coffee and sat across from her and looked at her for a moment.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Good," she said. "Better than I expected to feel by Thursday honestly."
"The sorene
