Little Gained From Confrontation
- M. J. Padgett
- Jun 28, 2022
- 8 min read
The look on Zara’s face said it all. She wanted someone else, anyone else to be the one taking her home, but there I was behind the handles of the wheelchair the nurse insisted she must ride out the door. I tried to smile as best I could, but Zara’s scowl was almost life-draining. I grumbled internally, reminding myself of my vow to work harder. Justin left early in the morning but promised to call the moment he got back to his apartment. I wished he were there to help me, but deep down, I knew it was something I should do on my own.
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