Alice watched as Hunter used his right hand to make the car accelerate and stop. “This is amazing,” she said.
“I feel like myself again,” he said, glancing at her. “That might sound weird, but it’s how I feel.”
“I can see why,” she said, and she could. She couldn’t imagine not being able to do simple things like walk and drive. The Hunter she’d known a decade ago had been so strong and so capable.
He’d returned ten times stronger than he’d been as a twenty-year-old, but he was broken. Now, the man sitting beside her in the car he drove, was alive. Alert. Sure, his body might be a bit battered, but his spirit was glorious and beautiful.
“So you called my mother,” he said, not really asking.
“I got her number from Mabel,” she said. “And yes, I called her. It occurred to me that I’d neve
