The Cresthaven Clean Energy Investment Summit Gala was underway.
Adrian stood in a corner of the ballroom in a black suit. The suit no longer fit him. It hung loosely on a body that had grown much thinner over the past 3 years.
Someone beside him, holding a glass of wine, tried to talk to him, but Adrian didn't respond. He kept his head lowered, staring at the glass of water in his own hand.
I arrived at the ballroom entrance with my arm linked through Daniel's.
Staff members opened the double doors for us.
I wore a knee-length red dress.
As I walked inside, the hem swayed with every step, fully revealing the two silver metal prosthetic legs beneath it.
The conversations around the room gradually died down until the ballroom fell quiet.
When the room fell quiet, Adrian turned aroun
