Chapter 242

• Joaquin Latham picked up the fork on the table, still sticky with sauce, and wiped it with a napkin. “What do you want to eat?”
• He tried to keep his voice steady, but it still shook. His eyes went red first.
• Zayla Steele stared at her own hands. Something flashed across her mind, too fast to catch. She hunched her shoulders and asked, “Did my hands end up like this because of a car accident?” She paused, then rasped, “Am I… disabled?”