-Roxy Delgado:
Two weeks had passed since I'd been discharged from the hospital, and every day since then had been a mixture of relief, freedom, and anticipation. I'd left that sterile, cold place behind me, but not before leaving my mark—literally and figuratively. I knew the kind of chaos I'd caused wasn't forgotten, and frankly, I didn't care. I had zero guilt, zero remorse. If anything, I felt triumphant. I'd gotten what I wanted, and I had no intention of apologizing for it.
Life at home had been… luxurious, of course. My brothers had their own routines, their own lives, but they made sure I was taken care of. Mateo and Kyle checked in more than usual the first few days, making sure I wasn't pushing myself too hard, that I didn't overexert my leg, and that my head was truly recovering.
