Chapter 7

As I turned to leave, Andrew totally lost it. He was like a man possessed, racing his wheelchair straight at me.

I instinctively stepped back, eyes wary and alert. "Are you crazy? What the hell do you want?"

Andrew's eyes were filled with tears. He tried to reach for me, wanting to hold me, but his legs wouldn't let him stand.

He dropped his gaze, sounding completely defeated. "Is it because I'm stuck in this chair now that you don't want me anymore? Olivia, I can get better, I swear.

"If you just come back, we can go get married,…