Chapter 20
Kayla pov
Rhys kept me close for the first hour, introducing me to people whose names I forgot the moment they walked away, smiling politely through conversations about universities and hockey scholarships that had nothing to do with me. I smiled too, nodded in the right places, and tried not to think about how out of place I felt standing among gowns that probably cost more than my aunt's car.
Every few minutes, my crutch would knock against something, a chair leg, someone's shoe, and I'd catch a flicker of pity cross a stranger's face before they looked away. It was starting to wear on me more than I wanted to admit.
"You okay?" Rhys asked quietly, leaning down slightly.
"Fine," I said, and mostly meant it.
Someone called his name from across the room, an older man in a
