Chapter Fourteen
Collin
May 1988 – Carthage, Texas
Standing in the middle of the dance floor at the American Legion in Carthage, I privately congratulated myself. I’d truly outdone myself. Putting together a high school graduation party for Coy all by myself had been quite the undertaking.
Fiona hadn’t been able to help since she’d been injured in a car wreck a few weeks before the big event. Now she was in a wheelchair. She’d broken both her legs and had fractures in her two lower vertebrae. The wreck had taken its toll on her body, which I’d always thought had been on the frailer side anyway. The doctors had said that she would make a full recovery, but it could take a year or longer before that occurred.
Without Fiona to help me, I’d had to do it all—decorations, refreshments, gues
