#Chapter 81: New Year, New Secrets

Our vacation was cut short and all of us traveled back home after the accident for the rest of our winter break.

When he saw me, my father gave me a tight hug and wouldn't let me leave his sight. He insisted on making sure I was perfectly fine and even took time off work for a few days just to keep me company.

"Dad, I'm feeling much better already, you don't have to miss work just to watch me lay on my bed," I told him as I sat under my warm covers, and he brought my dinner to me on a plate.

My leg still slightly hurt from my fall, but I was able to walk on it and apply pressure without needing anyone's help.

In order to heal it, I'd been staying off my feet and icing my left ankle.

It had already been a week since the accident and the winter holidays had passed by slowly.

It was a new year, and the last day of the weekend, meaning that school was tomorrow.

I knew that thanks to the rest I'd had in the past week, I wouldn't feel any discomfort walking from class to class tomorrow. But