A Glimmer of Respite

CHARLOTTE

I woke up to someone knocking on the door, reached for my phone, and glanced at the time. I tried to stifle a yawn as I stood up and walked toward the door. “Who is it?” I asked, placing a hand against my forehead.

“Sonia,” came the reply, and I opened the door. “How are you feeling?” she asked as soon as she stepped inside.

“I feel great,” I said, hesitating. “Though I’m not sure I should… with everything that’s happened.”

“It’s good you focus on getting better. We can’t keep dwelling on the past. The best way forward is to look for some silver lining.” She interrupted, and I raised an eyebrow.

“When did you become so optimistic?” I teased. She chuckled and shrugged.

“I’ve had a few hours to think things over. Bottom line? It might be better to look on the bright side.”

“What’s the…” I began, but trailed off, turning back toward the bed. “I got a message from Thiago last night,” I said, sitting down. “Is he back?”

“Yes, he heard…” she started, but stopped, shaking her head.