Everyone in That House Was Counting on Him Never Walking Again. He Was Hiding the Fact That He’d Started To
I had genuinely forgotten that a person could know something about you and choose not to reach for it.
That Garrett could have used me and didn’t taught me more about him than any wheelchair-side conversation could have, and it taught me something about myself, too: that I had lowered my standards for how I expected to be treated so far, over so long, that plain decency now struck me as extraordinary.
It should not have been extraordinary.
That it felt that way was the measure of how much I’d settled for.
Chapter 11 — The Credentials