“Do you know what I’ve been talking to my therapist about the last few months?” I swallow and shake my head. “No.” “You. Losing you. I couldn’t give a shit about my leg.” I sniffle and swipe at my eyes. “You haven’t lost me. I’m right here.” “But you’ve changed. Neither of us is the same.” We stare at each other, and my heartbeat thunders in my ears. “I’d lose all my limbs if I could have you back. Nothing has been more painful.”
