Chapter 9
Guy gripped the cane tightly as he limped through his apartment to answer the door, wishing he could just toss the damned thing away. The pain had faded gradually over the last several months, but the cane was a constant, undeniable reminder of everything he had been through. The doctors assured him that if he kept up the physical therapy, everything would be back to normal soon. But Guy was reaching the end of his rope, and he wasn’t sure if he could tolerate the damned cane for another day, much less another week, or month, or longer.
At least his arm was fully mobile. It wasn’t as strong as his other arm, but he no longer had to navigate the world feeling like half of him was missing. Especially since he needed it for the cane.
He paused when he reached the door and looked
