~Louise~
Only once, I used a wheelchair, with Mum by my side. I trusted Mum with my life, but it was strange with Joseph behind the controls. Did I trust him enough? I wanted to, but hesitated as his hands grabbed the handles. His fingers brushed my shoulder, and I tensed. Butterflies erupted in my chest. At this rate, it was more a case of—did I trust myself?
Get yourself together! I scolded myself as we turned the corner to a waiting elevator. The opening polished chrome doors of the elevator gleamed, reflecting the anxious flicker in my own eyes.
“Right, here we go,” Joseph said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated more in my chest than my ears. We entered the elevator, and Joseph leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “Red suits you. It brings out this hint of yellow in t
