“He should have told you months ago,” she said.
“Months?” I repeated.
Jake sighed heavily. “Mara, please sit down.”
“No,” I said. “Start explaining.”
Lena finally spoke.
“He started seeing me last year,” she said. “A new scan showed that the damage from his accident wasn’t complete. There was a chance he could regain partial movement with intensive therapy.”
Jake added quickly, “I wasn’t faking for twenty years. I really was disabled.”
Lena nodded. “That’s true. But in the last several months he’s been able to stand and walk short distances.”
