When my flower stood up and pulled her pants down, I set the photo album on the table and sat there and stared at her legs.
She was missing almost all of her f*****g legs. The case in the car made so much sense now. It wasn't a gun case; it was a case for prosthetics. She probably had other pairs of them to wear, too.
I couldn't say anything at all. I tried to, but as I sat there and looked at her legs, I couldn't take it.
I felt like a f*****g i***t. I knew how much she loved me and that she wouldn't ever leave me for no reason. But I still thought that worst of her.
I couldn't face her right now. So I got up and went stomping through the house and out to my bike. I started it up and took off flying up the road.
At first, I was going way to f*****g fast, so I slowed down. After Flowe
