Will she ever speak again?
Abigail woke up the next day smiling. Her bed was extremely comfortable. She had not been awakened in the middle of the night with ranting, threats, nor actual punishment. She hopped out of bed then skipped over to the second bathing spring. She had truly forgotten how relaxing and freeing a simple thing like bathing could be. She made herself a small breakfast of fruit and ate it a bit too quickly as she went over everything she needed to get done today. Then she began to cook for Michele. She made a protein forward breakfast consisting of quite a few portions of meat. She had observed how quickly he devoured the fish and meat that she had cooked the night before and she hoped he would be okay with this for his first breakfast. She was already working on making him yogurts and she found some very interesting grains and nuts in the garden that would make good cereals, granola, and porridges.
