"What about me?" Stefan asked casually.
Dorothy wasn’t dreaming—he was talking. She rubbed her eyes thoroughly, but he was still there. He was standing tall, and he talked... He just freaking talked.
Dorothy nearly passed out on her bed. She wanted Stefan to get better, but this was too sudden—it scared her.
As Stefan moved closer, she inched even farther back, almost pressing herself against the wall. She wished she could disappear into it.
Stefan stood there, staring at her quietly while she silently begged the wall to swallow her.
"You were right," he said, and she blinked, staring at him in confusion.
Stefan stepped forward again, but she quickly pointed at him, signaling him to stay back.
"A crippled person doesn’t just suddenly walk overnight. I could believe it if you were on
