Instead, she simply nods. “Like a prosthetic?” “Is that what it is called?” My heart thumps painfully in my chest. She knows of such things? “Yeah, you would attach it at the knee and then use it to support your weight.” She chews on her lip, staring down at my leg, and for the first time, I feel as if someone is staring at me without sorrow. In her eyes, I am not a thing to be coddled and pitied. I am a problem that needs solving. I am strangely pleased.
