~Six days into the thirteenth week…
Too heavy to walk, Keturah was placed in a wheelchair in the hospital room where she had spent her days.
A nurse stood behind her as she carefully combed her hair for her while running her fingers through them.
The only person Keturah spoke to a lot was the doctor.
Though, no day went by without her thinking about her caretaker, she missed her a lot but the scary part was that she wasn't who she thought her to be…she was something else…A man.
A MAN…those words kept gnawing at the back of her mind because she was certain she saw clearly. Her eyes couldn't play with her like that.
A man transformed to the form of Vivian right in front of her. Who wouldn't be afraid?
Now she began to understand why her caretaker would be lost in staring at her whenever she was naked.
A tear ran down the left side of her eye as she thought about all the memories she made with Vivian.
