something.
And suddenly, everything twisted into something worse.
Was he hiding someone?
Had he taken my wheelchair so I wouldn’t find out?
The thought hit hard enough that I didn’t question it; I just moved.
Faster this time, ignoring the strain in my arms, ignoring the way my palms burned against the floor. I dragged myself the rest of the way down the hall until I reached the garage door, an hour after being abandoned in the bedroom.
My hands were shaking so badly that I struggled just to grab
