(CORRINE)
It takes me three days to recover.
Maya is a constant presence in my home, refusing to leave me by myself. "What if you fall over in the bathroom or something else happens to you? Jerry told me your insides are still healing. No, I'm not going anywhere."
Maya and Jerry are not the only ones keeping an eye on me. Locke has stationed himself outside my house, in the large park across the road. He doesn't try to come inside like I expected he would, though. It's more like he's watching over us.
"Hmm. I thought he would force his way in, like last time," Maya muses over breakfast. "By the way, he's the one who kicked that hole in your door. How'd you get it fixed so fast?"
I shrug. "I have a contact. They replaced the whole thing last night while you were in the shower."
