Sara Jay finally snapped out of her shock. Her face turned ashen. "Liam..."
Liam Martin wordlessly pulled his bathrobe closed and pushed himself awkwardly back into his wheelchair.
Sara tried to help him, but he pushed her hand away. His voice was distant. "Thank you — I can manage on my own."
He adjusted his position, pressed the button, and the wheelchair rolled toward the door.
Tears streamed down Sara's face. "Liam, don't go — Sara didn't mean it..."
Ever since she had returned, Liam had never taken off his prosthetic in front of her. Usually, when he walked, his limp was barely noticeable.
She had almost forgotten he was missing a leg.
But her tears didn't make him look back.
Watching his figure disappear through the doorway, she buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
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