“Okay, maybe I’m not the best at pep talks. Let’s go eat. Food makes everything seem less terrible.” I couldn’t disagree with him there, so I rolled off the side of the bed and stood, grunting as my muscles quivered in protest. But the truth was, he wasn’t entirely wrong. I had to dust myself off and try again. For Opie, if for no one else. “Why does my whole body hurt?” I demanded as I padded toward the bathroom to brush my teeth. “Could’ve been toppling down a well and nearly getting murdered by a sea witch.”
