And she said the words anyway, with her eyes full, to a boy who came from her body.

I have thought about her often since, on the days when keeping a false peace looked easier than telling a hard truth.

Rosalyn chose the harder thing, late, but she chose it.

Late is still a choice.

Chapter 15 — On His Own Two Feet

The board of directors meeting was set for two weeks out, and by then Garrett had made progress that still, when I think of it, moves me.

He still used the wheelchair for any real distance.