He would carry his regret for the rest of his life.

That was his to carry.

I had a firm to run and a leg to heal and a whole warm future waiting, and I did not intend to spend one more minute of it on him.

Chapter 20 — Because I Dared to Say No

My recovery was long, and slow, and mine.

The physical therapy was brutal, and the progress came by inches — the walker gave way, eventually, to a cane, and then, one bright afternoon, I walked all the way across my design studio floor with no support at all, for the first time since that day.