Chapter Six
Phoenix wanted to throw his cane across the doctor’s office or plow his fist into the doctor’s face, as if it were somehow the man’s fault that Phoenix’s leg was shattered beyond repair.
“You need to accept that your life has changed,” the doctor was saying. “You need to find new hobbies, Mr. Chamberlain.” The doctor cleared his throat, and then added, “I also recommend therapy.”
“I’m in therapy!” Phoenix spat out.
“I’m not talking about physical therapy,” the doctor announced, his expression kind and condescending. Phoenix balled his hands into fists in his lap in an attempt to keep from punching a hole in the wall. He stayed that way for the remainder of the appointment.
“I’m sorry, Mr. C,” Tommy began as they left the doctor’s office. “I know you were hoping for better
