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“I don’t plan on using it for very long,” I informed her, raising my eyebrow.

“You can keep it for when you get old and you need it to chase me around,” she replied with a wink. “Or use it to threaten Gracie’s and Heather’s boyfriends if they get out of line.”

That made me growl, and she laughed. The girls weren’t allowed to date until they were thirty.

“You hate the silver metal one Colin gave you from the clinic, and the ones the drugstore had were purple with butterflies or a horrid plaid. I thought you would prefer this elegant one, but if you want, I could go get the other one. The purple would set off your eyes.”

I pulled her down and kissed her. “I know what you’re doing, and I love you for it. I’ll keep the elegant wood one.”

“I thought you would.”

The cane and all the limitations would have frustrated me and caused some sort of outburst before, but now I accepted it. Every day, I got a little better. A little stronger. A little less reliant on the cane. One day in the near fu