BELLA'S POV

I got up gingerly as I headed to the living room, where my mom was sitting, scrolling through her phone. More than anything, I wanted to watch television. But even that was too much to pay for. She looked up at me, and her eyes softened slightly.

I rolled my eyes as I tried not to say anything else. I didn't want her trying to be nice to me all over again. Now that I was getting better, she could at least look at me properly, and she could go out with me as well.

“More spots have cleared,” she whispered, making me nod.

“Did you cook anything?”...