clear.
He hadn’t expected me to get that far.
The woman next to him gasped.
“Babe, what are you doing here?” Terry asked, already stepping toward me.
I pulled back.
I didn’t want his help. Not until I understood why I had woken up alone, stuck in that room, while he stood out here with someone I didn’t know.
“Babe, please, I can explain…” he said, reaching again.
I slapped his hand away.
That’s when I saw it.
My wheelchair.
“Babe, please, I can explain…”
It was on the workbench,
