After I Faked My Death, He Finally Cried

Before we entered the private dining room, I changed my paralyzed boyfriend into a fresh pair of disposable briefs.

I wheeled Isaac Sanchez inside, and the first thing I heard was Willow Rodriguez mid-sentence：“Nancy Henson's got a disability fetish, seriously. You haven't seen the way she stares at his legs. The look on her face is pure obsession.”

My grip tightened on the wheelchair handles. I looked down at Isaac. Not a trace of embarrassment on his face.

Willow glanced up the moment we came through the door, her smile bright and easy.