Chapter 4
Ollie
Oliver hobbled across the house, distributing his weight between his left leg and his crutches. His knee was a bit sore from the massage. He hadn't told Elsie that, though. He didn't want to look weak in front of her.
He approached the window above the kitchen sink and looked out, watching as she got into her car and backed down the long driveway. His eyes on the window, he opened an orange bottle and popped two pills into his mouth. He watched until she disappeared from view, then he made his way to the living room, where he plopped down on the overstuffed leather love seat.
“That was... interesting,” he whispered to himself.
She didn't know who I was, he thought. I can't remember the last time I met someone who didn't immediately recognize me and start asking for an
