Chapter 10If there was one thing Dexter knew a lot about it was pain. Physical, emotional—lock, stock, and barrel. He didn’t remember much about the accident that cost his mother her life and him his arm. He remembered waking without it, though.
Remembered not realizing, at first, that it was gone. First feeling the shooting pains throughout the rest of his body. Screaming when he did realize.
Mom was gone. Sister to take care of. No dad. Why would he come back? He’d left them in the first place. Physical therapy. Pain in his arm. ‘Cause it was agony. It hurt so f*****g bad. But there was no arm to hurt. Learning with his first prosthetic while bouncing from home to home because who the f**k wants to take care of a goddamn “handicapped” kid, his second foster dad grumbled a few days afte
