After my mother had finished spewing her venomous words, she and my father turned and left without saying anything more.
Once they were gone, Asher gripped the handles of my wheelchair and steered me back to my hospital room. Gently, he lifted me from the chair and lowered me down onto the bed. We both worked together to right my covers.
“I’ll be right back,” Asher said then, straightening.
I gripped his sleeve. I really didn’t want to be alone after what just happened.
“I’m just going to speak to the policeman. I have a few things to say to him. I won’t go far, and I’ll come straight back.”
I could understand that. Truthfully, I would feel better if Asher did speak with the officer, and perhaps helped set down some more rules. After what had just happened, I hoped we could add my par
