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

We were only two people who happened to cross paths at the one time each of us had to learn the same thing: how to stand up again on our own.

His legs he’d temporarily lost the use of.

Mine was a whole life I’d handed over to other people for far too long.

I am careful to say this plainly, because people badly want it to be a romance, and when I tell them it wasn’t, they look almost disappointed, as though a story about a woman and a man can only matter if it ends in a wedding.

But the truest thing I can tell you about Garrett and me is that the most valuable gift we gave each other was the refusal to become each other’s rescue.