Chapter 52

• After a grueling afternoon of therapy with Ken, Cynthia could barely lift her arms. Her wrist ached, burning from the strain of handling Ken's rigid, unyielding legs. But she didn't complain—not even once. Every painful stretch, every drop of sweat, was a step closer to his healing. She would endure it all to help him walk again.
• She had just eased onto her bed, rubbing her wrist gently, when a knock came at the door.
• Her body tensed.