31. WHISPERS FROM THE GRAVE
After Ciprian’s departure I slowly made my way up from the bed. There was still a slight burning sensation in my abdomen, shoulder, and chest, but it was starting to dissipate.
I knew that it was time for me to figure out what I was going to do. I had to have a plan in place—something solid. I couldn’t just jump from one idea to the next and hope that it would all work out. I needed to make a decision that would not only affect my future—but