the unmistakable tension of muscles beneath my hands. Muscles that shouldn’t have been tense in a man paralyzed from the waist down. My heartbeat quickened, disbelief swirling in my mind. I pushed myself off him, my eyes wide as I met his gaze. Ethan’s face was a mask of calm, but the flicker of something — surprise, maybe — crossed his eyes for a fleeting moment.
“What… what just happened?” I stammered, trying to make sense of the situation.
Ethan sighed, a sound laden with the weight of truths untold and secrets closely guarded. “I suppose there’s no point in hiding it now,” he murmured, his voice low and resigned. “I can walk, Lila.”
