Chapter 97

But Ryan doesn’t let the matter drop. “I can’t wait until I really canwalk again,” he mutters, half to himself but loud enough that his mother can overhear. “Then I can move back on campus and not have to deal with this shit. Then I won’t be treated like a baby just because I’m in a goddamn wheelchair—”

“Shh,” Dante murmurs. He sees Mrs. Talonovich’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel and he nudges Ryan with his elbow to quiet him. “You don’t have to keep it up.”

“I’m just saying—” Ryan starts.

“Just don’t.” When Ryan pouts at him, Dante whispers, “Please. For me?”

Slowly, Ryan sighs, the anger bunched in him leaving as quickly as his temper flared. “Fine.” He turns to glare out the window, his hands curled into fists on his thighs.