A Boy Walked Up To My Wheelchair And Said He Could Make Me Walk Again

something.”

The certainty in his voice sounded rehearsed.

Prepared.

Too prepared.

“Is any of it true?”

Voss leaned back.

“Are you really going to trust a stranger over me?”

I didn’t answer.

Because suddenly I wasn’t sure who the stranger was anymore.

I left without another word.

That night I sat alone in darkness.

Claire slept beside me.

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