CHARLOTTE

The activities of the previous day left me feeling weaker than I’d anticipated, but in a good way. I needed a minute to catch my breath afterward, but I was glad I did it.

“How’re you feeling today?” Sonia asked as she walked into the room.

I stared at her attire in confusion; she was wearing different clothes from yesterday—blue pants and a cream top I had never seen. She usually wore black, and seeing her in different colors felt strange and exciting. I realized she still had the apron on, and my face morphed into a frown. “What are you doing?” I asked, and she chuckled.

“Making you...