Of course, she knew it didn’t work that way. He still had rehab to go through, and beyond that, who even knew if he’d be able to walk again? She tried to put on the optimistic front for him, but God’s honest truth was that she was scared out of her mind that this was it for him.

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He wouldn’t admit to feeling anything, if people asked. It was easier to pretend he felt nothing, that he was apathetic rather than just pathetic. It was one of those questions you always got asked by the doctors, the analysts, the people seeking to understand-“And how do you feel about that?”

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Haley stared into the coffee mug with a sense of resignation, picturing the next few months. She’d asked the doctors if there was anything she could do. They had tried to make it seem like there was, but she had gotten the drift-there really wasn’t. She could help him through physical therapy, but how much could she really do?

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He’d done this before, probably more times than any person should have to. There’d been the time he’d left the hospital after collapsing on the court, when he’d made his way to Haley’s house and begged to stay. There’d been the time after his accident in the racecar, when he’d limped in on crutches. Then there had been coming back to the apartment ( Read more... )

It had been a struggle just getting him into the car. She’d never labored under the delusion it would be easy-hell no. She’d known this was going to kill him inside. She’d known since the very first phone call.

But pretending made it easier. Sometimes she didn’t even do it consciously. She’d fall asleep in one of the hospital chairs dreaming of ( Read more... )