ABIGEAL

AS SOON as the car stopped in Blaine's driveway, I spotted the little heads peeking from the window and started to reconsider this whole thing. Blaine noticed my tension and chuckled. “Relax. They don't bite. Talk you to death, maybe, but they don't bite.”

“Either way I'm dead.”

He considered. “Yes, but you agreed to this. Too late to back out.” He said cheerful and excited the vehicle, coming around to open the door for me. I put the crutches down and leaned on them to get out of the car. I'd vehemently refused to be confined to a wheelchair. At least this way I still got to walk....