Verena settled onto the edge of the bed, her gaze falling upon Louis, who didn't look uncomfortable on the sofa.
Her concern for him flickered in her eyes as she remembered how he hadn't appeared at ease the first night he had spent there on sofa.
With a soft sigh, she shifted into her wheelchair, the familiar creaking sound accompanying her movement.
Verena pushed the wheelchair forward, skillfully manoeuvring her way towards the bathroom for a refreshing start to the day.
"A new day is always a bit challenging," she murmured to herself, her voice carrying a note of understanding as she washed her face and got ready for the day ahead.
Today, she knew, was a crucial one. Everyone was expected to gather for breakfast.
Yesterday, they hadn't eaten together because of the circumstances, but today was different.
After her quick shower, Verena carefully selected her attire, opting for a comfortable yet stylish look.
