She had done a lot of preparation for Spencer’s arrival in her life, but the reality was far different than any scenario she imagined. The doctors had warned her, of course.
“You can’t trust his memory yet,” they’d said. “He’s going to seem like he’s fine, and then he might forget something as simple as whether or not he’s put on his shoes.”
And she’d believed them. She’d listened. She’d taken notes, like a good wannabe nurse, and she’d even read up on the Internet about others who’d suffered the same kind of trauma as Spence.
But seeing him stumble just getting out of the car…hearing the fear in his voice when he thought she would leave him alone…listening to him talk about what he needed when he went back to the rodeo…
Nothing prepared her for that.
His careless words indicating all
