It was the first coldest morning of the year in the capital of Narnia. Anya woke up and groggily blinked her eyes. A soft smile appeared on her face imagining how the Oasis estate would look covered in the snow.
'It would be breathtaking.' She thought, eager to check out the view with her darling son.
However, that smile didn't last long when reality struck. The corners of her lips fell, demotivated due to her job in jeopardy.
If there was an external problem or her physical fitness is being questioned, she could have solved the problem or trained hard to qualify.
What could she do if it's her mental health?
She wasn't even sure if her PTSD was always there or recurred after she got with Alvin. She wasn't blaming him but herself for not taking care of herself. Grumbling to herself, she shut her eyes and refused to get up from the bed.
