Chapter Eleven
The next morning, life feeling bearable again thanks to the pills, Lincoln braved the shower. He couldn’t stand without the crutches or bracing himself against the shower wall, and he couldn’t exactly wash his hair with his hand against the wall, so the shower turned into an awkward half-bath affair, with the water streaming down around him. He couldn't work, and was tired of fiddling at the work table, so he grabbed his books. When his brain couldn’t handle any more reading, he dropped the books to the floor and reached for Romper’s leash. He took him for a walk, a decent walk, which ended at the library. Cheryl tutted as he walked in, full of concern. He smiled.
“My secret.”
“Lincoln.”
“Does it make me look pathetic?”
She nodded. He smiled again, then propelled himsel
