I could feel that cool bress of calmness fill me as grandpa max held on to my hands and kept whispering to my ears.
It's going to be okay, you are a strong woman and you can handle it, just take one step at a time.
He said as he helped me slowly get up from the wheelchair I had been in for three months now.
I was able to walk on my own without help, after the past three months.
My legs no longer hurts but I could still feel little pain on my back from the stab wound given to me by Katrine.
I still could believe that Katrine was Capable of murder, let alone me her won sister. Even duo we are from different mother's, we are still of the same blood.