He admitted that every time he thought about telling me, he hesitated. The longer he waited, the harder it became. For twenty years everyone had known him as “Jake in the wheelchair.” Our entire household had adapted around that identity.
He said he was afraid that if he suddenly recovered, expectations would change overnight. He was afraid of failing after people started expecting more from him.
I stared at him and said quietly, “You mean everyone loved you.”
He gave a bitter laugh. “You mean everyone expected less from me.”
I asked the question that had been haunting me.
“Have you two slept together?”
Both Jake and Lena answered immediately.
“No.”
Strangely, that made me even angrier. Cheating would have been easier to understand.
