Rowena
“Here we are.”
I stared apprehensively out the window as Eric pulled into the handicap spot at camp, rather than his usual parking space. My stomach twisted into knots at the thought of everyone seeing me hobble around on crutches.
The pitying stares, the snide comments from Heather’s crew—I could already envision it all too vividly.
“I can walk,” I insisted, glancing at Eric in the driver’s seat. “This is unnecessary.”
Eric sighed and just gave me that look he had been giving me all week—that don’t try to say no to me look. And it had worked so far, when we were both at home.
His constant doting on me had been sweet, and I appreciated all of the lengths he had gone to while I was healing. One afternoon, since I had taken the entire week off of camp due to
