Violet 

Sebastian shifted slightly in his wheelchair and sighed again. “Are we there yet?” he asked for the third time in the last five minutes.

I couldn’t stop the smile that curved on my lips as I pushed him forward, my hands wrapped firmly around the handles. “Almost there, Sebastian, just a little more.”

He huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, he stretched his hands out in front of him, bumping the air as if he could somehow feel where we were going. The blindfold I had tied over his eyes sat a little crooked now, proof of how restless he was. I shook my head in amusement. 

He really looked...