CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“YOU’RE HOLDING UP WELL.” Lisa Swanson smiled at Winston from across the dinner table in her and Jake Jenson’s living room.
“Yeah.” Jake straightened his wheelchair and grabbed his fork. “We were worried about you for a while there.”
Winston cut into the succulent, smothered pork chops Jake made. “I spoke to Dr. Guzman.”
“You did?” Lisa’s brown cheeks glowed. “She helped, didn’t she? That woman is a miracle worker. If it weren’t for her, I’d still be crying every night over Mason beating my ass.”
“She has a way of making you look at things in a different way.” The salty gravy melted on Winston’s taste buds. “What she said was hard to hear, but she’s right. She said I can’t keep trying to rescue Dee and I have to trust that she loves me enough to break through this.”
