Chapter 112: A towel?

I check my reflection in the elevator's mirrored surface and smooth down the few flyaway hairs on top of my head. Yesterday Ryland worked for over an hour with me on how to use crutches. It's difficult, but at least I'm not a total mess on them any longer. This morning as I prepped for my first day back to work, I dressed extra nice in my favorite black business suit with a slimming pink blouse. I didn't dress nicely so Ryland would visualize me in clothes other than pajama pants with ponies on them. I did it for work.

It didn't matter. I fumbled out my door and was met by a Post-it note stuck to the front of Ryland's. The man loves his sticky notes. His chicken scratch scrawl on the bright yellow paper let me know he'd started a morning run but left the door unlocked. I wasn't let down or anything. It's better I wasn't forced to deal with his attitude so early in the day.