|| Arabella ||

It has been a month since my accident. I had healed up quite nicely, except my right hand was still in plaster. It would take two more weeks for it to heal, but I still wouldn't be able to do heavy cooking for months with this hand, so my part-time job was out of the question.

The more days pass, the more I realize what a costly mistake that night was.

Another cruel reminder of it was Lisa's memorial service today.

I was secretly glad when I didn't have to attend Lisa's funeral due to still being hospitalized back then. But now, I was dreading the memorial...