"Are you sure you don’t want the wheelchair? You look like you’re about to collapse."
August’s voice pulled me out of the daze. I looked up at him, squinting against the afternoon sun.
He was standing by the open car door, his hand extended toward me. He looked perfect but there was a strange energy coming off him, like a wire pulled too tight.
"I’m sure," I said, trying to make my voice steady.
"I want to walk in. I want to see Grandma as soon as I’m settled. Is she still at the house?"
August’s fingers twitched before they closed around mine.
"She’s being cared for, Spring. Just like you were. Don't worry about her right now. Focus on the stairs."
His grip was firm as he pulled me from the seat, I felt a strange jolt. It was a spark of recognition that traveled from my pal
