He had watched her since she stood up from the bed and took a long, hot shower. He was afraid to ask her what she had planned for the day. He did not want anything to rock the boat that was already floating in a wavy sea.
These past few days seemed great since she was getting better and better, and he could see the old Jacky once in a while again. He hoped it was a sign that they could finally weather this storm.
However, there were times that she did fall from the wagon, but it was not worse than before. This time, she seemed to recover quickly. Was she in the stage of acceptance? He could only hope.
"Stop watching me." She must have noticed him eyeing her. "I am going to work." She finally explained, clarifying his confusion. She acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary.
