g sigh and turn

tense, his body trembling slightly. I walked ov

he 18-year

ld have eight years later. He was still a young boy, bulli

ay there playing possum with his back to me.

n turned to me, gritting his teeth.

humiliation. It was an expression I had never seen on the

't help

and tried to pull up his pants. But his legs were

to help him

lly, his expression one of utt

elping you with your pants. Or

ords, glaring at me fiercely. "I

pped his butt hard. "Shut

in disbelief.

. I've experienced everything. But I had nev

unceremoniously, his voice hoarse as he said, "Scarl

my head, feeling

e warily, as if I was about t

you don't want to wear t

his hand covering mine, then re

to comply. He propped himself up wit

with his underwear and pants, even ad

ooth and

o the wheelchair, he

hed, and his cheeks were swo

s unresponsive legs

Nathan. I ca

oner, I wouldn't have let

successful, but his legs never fully recovered. He couldn't walk independently for long perio

y head on

nted to hea

wouldn't have to endure so mu

given up on yourself s

d. "Scarlett, what gam

his time? Whatever I ha

ying game