By the time we reached her street,
My whole body felt like it was made of trembling wires.
Every step had been a fight,
Every few meters, a battle against my own muscles.
But Rebecca never let go.
Her arm stayed around me the entire walk.
Her pace matched mine.
Her eyes never left my face for too long—
Always checking…
Always making sure the pain wasn’t too much.
When we finally stopped outside her gate,
She exhaled a long, shaky breath of relief.
“We made it…” she whispered,
Her voice filled with pride,
As if I had climbed a mountain instead of three streets.
She opened the gate gently and helped me inside.
Her home was small,
clean,
quiet—
And suddenly filled with emotion.
Because it had been so long since I was last there.
She guided me to the couch,
Helped me sit,
