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head, trying to calm me.
    Caston walked to the other side of the bed and tipped my face toward his, making me look up at him. Brushing the tears away he looked deep into my eyes, whispering, “Sabrina, tell me—please, tell me what happened with your parents.”
    Shaking my head, I pulled away, looking at him terrified. “No, I can’t—not right now. It’s too much, too soon.”
    He took my head in his hands and rested his forehead on mine, kissing my nose before he placed a chaste kiss on my lips. Pulling back, he looked me in the eyes. His icy blues were a blaze. “When you’re ready, baby. I’ll be here to listen.”
    I choked on some tears. “Funny thing is that over the past year, I was tired of trying to make it. I was tired of dancing. I knew I wanted more from life, but I couldn’t let my parents down. Not after all they gave up for me.”
    “Don’t do this to yourself. Just get some rest. If you want to dance again, you will. I’ll make sure of it. If you want to do something else, say the word. We’ll get through this. I’m not saying it will be easy. Fuck, it’s going to be harder than anything we’ve ever gone through, but together we can do anything.”
    Dr. Dana came in, interrupting us. I tried to listen as she explained exactly what happened and confirmed what Caston said about how I might not dance again.
    Once we were alone again I look over at Caston. “It’s going to be a long road, huh?”
    He pulled me closer to his side and kissed the top of my head. “Yes, baby, a long road.”
    We sat in silence. I enjoyed his strong arm around me. Listening to his heartbeat, I felt myself drift to sleep on his chest.
    Waking with a start, I realized Caston had fallen asleep on my hospital bed too. I smiled at him. He looked so uncomfortable, poor guy. I slid over further to give him more room. He must have sensed the room because he moved closer to the middle of the bed and rolled toward me. Turning the television off, the room fell into semi darkness. I slid down and rolled, as best as I could, to face him. I loved watching him sleep. I let my hands brush some of the hair off of his brow and followed the line of his face before placing a light kiss on his lips. He smiled and reached out hooking my waist, he pulled me to him. I immediately drifted back to sleep.
    Nurse Kelsey woke us up the next day, informing us that we were being moved to another floor in the hospital, since I didn’t need to be in ICU anymore. It was a private wing with restricted access. Caston had informed me that the press were camped outside, waiting for any information they could glean from anyone, and he had to ensure my safety. I was taken back that people were wondering about me.
    Once we were settled into the new suite, I barely had a second to relax before my physical therapist entered the room, announcing it was time for me to start physical therapy. Caston helped me up and started to lead me to the wheelchair.
    “No, sir, Dr. Dana has in her paperwork that Ms. Bennett has to walk to therapy.”
    We both stopped and looked at her.
    “But, I can’t put pressure on my leg. It hurts too badly.”
    She pulled out a walker and shrugged. “Orders are orders. Sorry.”
    I placed both hands on the cold plastic handles of the walker and shifted my weight to my good leg. Caston had his hands on my waist. Looking over my shoulder at him, I took my first step. The pain radiated through my leg. I whimpered and my eyes welled up with tears.
    “She can’t do this,” Caston said a little more forcefully.
    “Caston,” I said in a warning tone, “if I don’t, I’ll never heal right.”
    He nodded, and I took another step with Lisa’s help. We slowly made our way a few doors down to a PT room on the same wing. I bit my lip so much I was surprised it hadn’t bled.
    Out of breath and with tears about to spill, I pleaded, “Can I, please, sit down?”
    I was relieved when Lisa nodded and helped me to a chair. Caston was