Chapter 11
Every time I sat, I had the same reaction: wince at the soreness, then grin like a fool, remembering why it was so difficult to sit even three days later. I’d be sad when the feeling faded completely; it was already lessening. But Holden promised we’d do it again.
What I perhaps loved even more than the residual pain and the lasting reminder was the way Holden barely let me out of his sight. He had to go to work, and so did I, but the rest of the time we were together. And even when we were apart, he checked in multiple times. Other people might find that smothering, but Holden wasn’t overbearing, and he wasn’t demanding to know what I was doing or where I was. No, he simply wanted to talk to me, see how I was doing. Every time his face popped up on my phone, I fell a little b
