Thirty Six

Kara had spent the whole day after he had told her about the trip worrying about having to face people the way she was.  She had hoped that she would be able to be back on her feet before she had to face anyone she didn’t know again.

She felt a little like a failure for not being able to walk already.  She’d always been able to do anything she put her mind to, but her legs just wouldn’t work with her.  It was depressing to have to face people with her obvious failure stark in front of them.

The drive to the airport was quiet, Mathew seemed deep in thought and she was grateful for it.  She was still working through how she felt with him just expecting her to show up in public in the state she was in.

Of course, she wasn’t angry at him.  Her therapists had insisted that she go out in public, but she had been hesitant.  She was wearing her bad decisions and failure on her sleeve with her still in the chair.