"Hey, Carter! Why looking so down?"
I looked up at Greg, shrugging my shoulders before taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"Because my wheelchair can't be set higher, what do you think?" I muttered sassily, taking the basil bag aunt Ann gave us and sniffing it.
Greg turned the stove off, dragging a chair next to me and sitting down, placing a 'comforting' palm on my leg. I looked down at his arm with a risen brow, not liking the way his thumb brushed against my knee.
"Are you still thinking about what the doctor said?"
I shook my head, placing the basil bag back on the table.
"Then what is wrong? Why are you upset?" The man asked, rising his hand a bit higher to my mid thigh .
"Nothing is wrong. Why do you think I am upset? And why are
