FELICIA
I enter into Jake's car that was parked a little distance away from the entrance of the hospital. I secure myself with the seat belt, throw my hair back because it causes discomfort when I try resting my head on the headrest.
"Ready?" Jake asks and I nod to consent. He wasn't telling me where we were going and I was left in the dark.
"We're going to have ice cream?"
Jake laughed, reversing out of the building. "Maybe. Since you asked for it."
"Best big bro ever!" I said, laughing alongside him. He made a thinking face and shrugged. "And work?"
"Getting a hang of it. Weekends and I've decided to stop sulking and start leaving town once in a while."
"Good for you," I say to him as he drives downtown to the ice cream parlour. I hadn't been there since my accident. I swallowed hard, my mind going back to the picture that sat as Martha's Facebook cover image.