Chapter 13
They were gone. Adrianna had left with Anthony.
“Your strength will come back,” the doctor said. “I’m going to order physical therapy for you — a lot of PT.
He meant it, too. It had only been a week, and it felt good to ride home with Becky driving my truck. Just being out of the house and not having the weight of the casts on my arms and legs was terrific.
It took forever to get my strength back. My first physical therapy session was torture. It only lasted an hour, and we didn’t do much, but each muscle screamed in a separate register of pain.
I was laying on my back, pushing weights up with my legs, when Anthony sat on a bench next to me. “You’re looking pretty good, Charles.”
I was surprised to see him outside the context of our home. “I’m just following doctors' order
