Miles sat in his wheelchair looking at me with a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes were tender and soft, and his aura alone was enough to calm some of the chaos that my father had induced.
For a moment, time stood still and it was just he and I who existed in that moment. There was no one else but us.
It was a blissful moment.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, breaking the calm moment. “You gave me quite the scare.”
“Umm…” I tried to find my voice, “I’m sorry. I just…a lot happened.”
“I’m sure.” His features twisted into one of deep concern. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Do I?
Dylan was a thing of my past and so was the incident. But somehow my history had followed me to the new life I had created here.
Why? Why could I not just have peace for once? All my life, all I had ever known was pain and suffering.
My father. My mother. The assault. Dylan.