Forty-six: Best to worst

Penthurst Manor

Krista's pov

I woke up with the sun streaming through the windows. It felt warm against my face, like warm milk embraced by sweet honey. There was a fresh scent of tea and coffee mingling in the breeze. In the distance I could hear a soft clang of utensils, probably a ladle stirring the soup or a spoon hitting the sides of the Nutella bottle because it was almost gone.

I smiled at the thought. All these images coming together felt so good. I stretched my arms and legs while my spine gave a satisfying crack that sent shivers all the way down my toes. Damn. It felt good to be alive.

The door creaked open and I knew from the heaviness of the footsteps who it was. I pretended to be asleep and kept my eyes closed, hoping my features won't betray me.

I'm a poor actress.

But, fingers are crossed ladies and gentlemen.