"Love does not begin and
end the way we seem to think it does.
Love is a battle, love is a war;
love is a growing up.”
– James Baldwin
Grace Roberts' PoV:
Penny took my other arm, helping me hop onto the wheelchair. Neither the sight of me in a wheelchair nor the sight from the wheelchair turned out to be as pleasant as I had been expecting it to be.
Though we can't depend on the views when I've got a company to prevent from breaking down, can we?
"Thank you, Penny. How's Liam doing?" I asked her as she pushed me around on the wheelchair.
"He's doing great. Although he's been busy searching for a job." She said when we completed the tour of the lounge.
"How did you like it?" She asked. "Almost as if I am paralysed but the good part is that I won't be getting tired anytime soon.
