Chapter 6
Mary
He can walk.
A few steps with a cane is not the same as walking, though. Brandon can say Steve’s fine, but he’ll never be able to dance with his wife, go for a run, or play basketball with his grandkids.
I need to get away from Brandon. I need to think. My hip is throbbing in pain from when I fell, but I push on and practically sprint back to the motel. His shoes echo behind me, close enough for me to know he’s there, but far enough away to give me space.
One of the things I’ve always loved about him—he gave me what I wanted. And I don’t mean materialistic things. When I asked him to keep a secret, he did. If I didn’t want to tell him something, he backed off instead of pressing me for details. Open arms welcomed me if I was sad and offered comfort in the most sincere f
