Sebastian POV
“You don’t have to keep on sneaking around to see me,” Fred said. “My dad’s pissed off, but work is taking priority now. His nearly dead son is the last thing on his mind.”
“I don’t want to get you hurt.”
I had taken a short detour to the lake where I knew Fred liked to go to feed the birds.
After ten months, he was still using crutches and going to regular physical therapy sessions to help him improve his mobility. The beating he’d taken had been a lot worse than people realized, hitting some of the nerves within his legs.
“Sebastian, I’m fine. I told you that.”
“You never know who is watching or what they’re doing.”
Even now, I could potentially be putting him at risk by just being close to him. I hated that. I hated feeling so helpless.
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