Everyone in That House Was Counting on Him Never Walking Again. He Was Hiding the Fact That He’d Started To

Chapter 8 — I Invited Warren

“Dad,” Keegan said, sitting down in the chair across from my bed.

“I need to tell you something.

But you have to promise you’ll let me finish first.”

My stomach tightened.

“Go ahead.”

He rubbed his palms on his knees, looking at the floor.

“I invited Warren to the game tomorrow.”