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up right at ten o’ clock, most likely to get ready for the
lunch crowd. As soon as she got out of her car, I made my move.
    “Kacey,” I called.
    With her back to me, she froze in place for a second
before twisting around. Eyes wide, she dropped her purse and put a
hand over her mouth. “Kyle? How in the . . . how is this possible?
I thought you’d never be able to walk again.”
    “It was touch and go for quite a while, but I told
myself I’d come out here as soon as I could make the trip on my
own. I take it Tyler didn’t tell you I was here.”
    She closed her eyes and her jaw clenched. “Nope, he
must’ve forgotten to give me that little bit of information.”
    “He’s just protecting you. Anyway, I figured it would
be harder to ignore me when I’m standing right in front of
you.”
    She nodded and looked down at the ground. “I see. So
are you here to gloat?”
    “No,” I said quickly. “I’m here to see you, to make
things right between us. You’re all I have left.”
    She snorted. “I find that hard to believe. Where are
all your friends? What about our mother?”
    “I don’t give a shit about my old friends or our
mother. She left me high and dry the moment she found out I
wouldn’t be able to walk again.”
    Tears pooled in her eyes. “Oh my God. So you made a
comeback all on your own? If I’d have known . . .”
    “Then you would’ve felt bad and helped me out of
pity. That’s the last thing I wanted.”
    “So what exactly are you hoping to gain by coming to
see me? You want forgiveness for everything you’ve done?”
    “It’s a start. Or at least give me the hope that you
can, someday in the future.”
    She took a step forward, her saddened green gaze
regarding me wearily. “There are so many other people you hurt,
Kyle. A few of them happen to be my friends. If you want my
forgiveness you need to get theirs too.”
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” I shouted. “You must
seriously want me dead.”
    “Then you shouldn’t have been stupid enough to do
what you did. Those are my terms. Take it or leave it.”
    Releasing a heavy sigh, I ran a hand through my hair.
What the hell was I going to do? “So that’s it, isn’t it? You’re
basically making this impossible for me.”
    Her gaze softened. “No, that’s not the point. You
just have to be willing to go the extra distance. I do wish you
luck though. I’d like to imagine I could have my brother back, the
one who used to run through the woods with me and help me up when I
fell down. I miss that person.” More cars started pulling into the
parking lot and she sighed. “I have to go. Take care of yourself,
okay?”
    She waited for a reply and all I could do was nod.
Turning, she walked away from me again. Now all I had to do was
figure out a way to get her trust back without getting myself
killed.
     

     
    My muscles were still on fire from doing the squat
challenge with Megan, but it was a good feeling. For so long, I
never thought I’d feel anything below my waist ever again. But ever
so slowly over the years, it all started coming back. Hell, the
first time I jacked off again, the release was fucking heaven. Then
I did it a hundred times more just to make sure I wasn’t
dreaming.
    Megan sat behind the desk, making sure to completely
ignore me as I moved around the gym. I wished it wasn’t her
ignoring me, and instead the group of asshats who felt the need to
fuck with me.
    “Hey, dickwad,” one of the guys yelled.
    Huffing, I wiped the sweat off my brow with my towel
and turned to look at them. “I assume you’re talking to me?”
    The tall one with the shaved brown hair snarled his
lip and took a step forward. “Yeah, I’m talking to you. You might
want to watch your back. Accidents happen you know.”
    I nodded and let out a sigh. “Let me guess, I fucked
your wife or your sister.”
    He sneered. “Nah, you did something much worse than
that, fuckhead. Do you remember Nate Jacobson?”
    The moment he said