Chapter 122

Dante catches him before he can fall. “Watch it,” he says, helping Ryan stand. “Let me get your chair—”

“Just hold me,” Ryan tells him. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the bed a few feet away—he can make it. “It’s not that far.”

Together they manage to cross the room, Ryan hobbling and Dante holding him upright. When they reach the bed, Ryan sinks to the mattress with a grateful sigh, then lies back, stretching out on top of the cool comforter. He stares up at the ceiling and blinks away sudden tears. I walked,he thinks, turning his head so he can see the couch. It looks so far away. From there to here, I walked.If not for the pain subsiding in his legs and the memory of Dante’s hands on his waist, he wouldn’t believe it.