The following morning Grace woke up to the gentle light streaming through her window. She rubbed her eyes, and stretched lazily, contemplating whether to relax in bed for a little while or not, but her mind suddenly went back to the conversation she had with Mr Brandon the previous night and sat up straight in bed. It was a huge task that needed no delay.
The wheelchair beside her bed caught her attention but decided she wouldn't be needing it anymore, especially if she was to go through with her plan to convince Charles to return back to Kindergarten.
She had managed to walk a few steps yesterday, and was determined to rely on her own two feet starting from today. With a deep breath, she swung her legs out of bed and gingerly put weight on her injured ankle.
"I can do this," she said to herself.
