Chapter 5Slowly, on two feet and two crutches, Arkady makes his way to the gym area, where he’s had physical therapy for weeks. Prisha’s waiting for him by a weight bench, and Arkady makes it past other people working out with their PT trainers.
“Morning, sunshine,” Prisha says brightly as Arkady sits on the bench next to hers.
“Morning,” Arkady replies. He’s feeling sore already, and he hasn’t even had his session.
“Not a good day, huh? Body or head?” Prisha asks. Being his friend and his therapist, she’s been dealing with both. She knows that he doesn’t just have bad days physically, but mentally, too.
“Someone I used to work with emailed a news article about me,” Arkady admits.
“What did it say?” Prisha asks, moving his crutches away.
“The fall of a rising star. It was all about h
