FILE 3 — FULL STORY CONTINUATION
The first thing Tobias did was check my pupils with a tiny flashlight.
The second was ask me whether I could remember what I had eaten that morning.
I stared at him, shivering beneath the abandoned pier, unable to decide whether to slap him or collapse into his arms.
“Are you serious?” I whispered. “You’ve been able to walk this entire time, and that’s what you want to know?”
“Rosalind, please.”
“No.” My voice broke. “You don’t get to tell me to be quiet. You let me believe you would never walk again. You let me watch you struggle with things you could do yourself. I helped you bathe. I helped you dress. I rearranged my entire life around your disability.”
Tobias lowered his eyes.
“I know.”
“Then explain.”
He glanced toward the river. Beyond the concrete pillars, rain hammered the water, and distant headlights swept across the coastal road.
