I knelt to set the lock on the small plate that elevated his knee. “Maybe you wanted to believe that she’d changed. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Trenton stayed quiet for so long, I looked up at him. He was staring at me, his eyes wide.
“What?”
“Huh?”
“You’re staring at me,” I said. “Are you alright? Do you need pain meds?”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. And I knew he didn’t just mean for staring at me.
I nodded and stood. “I know,” I said as I moved behind him to wheel him out of the room. He didn’t say anything as I pushed him towards the elevator. I knew he’d rather be up walking than having me push him, but he sat quietly and didn’t give me any trouble. In fact, he didn’t speak again until we were upstairs in his room. I locked the chair and moved in front of h
