Getting up to pace the office, Brad felt the heat of the fire once again on his skin. Walking, he told himself, reminded him he survived, he could move under his own power, he had recovered from the surgeries. But he didn’t know if he would recover from the loss of everything. Appreciating that William didn’t say anything, he stood with his back to the owner of the company. I’ve said this much, he thought, might as well finish it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked out the windows. There wasn’t anyone walking by, but it was better than waiting for judgment, or pity, in William’s eyes.
As it turns out, I didn’t end up walking in graduation, but I did walk out of the burn unit four months after they transferred me there. The teachers and the principal at the high school were unders
