Chapter 23

That night, he did not look at the pill box or the documents. He looked at his legs. Then he slowly stood up beside the bed: no bench, no wall, just the bed beside him in case he fell. He stood there, alone in the room, in the quiet, his legs shaking but holding."For my life," he said quietly to himself.He took one step forward, then another: slow, unsteady, but real. He walked five steps in his bedroom, then turned and sat down on the bed, breathing hard, his heart pounding.Nine days, he thought. Nine days to learn how to walk into a room where everyone thinks you are broken and show them you are not.Seven days before the wedding, the house began to feel like a countdown clock that only he could hear. Every conversation, every flower delivery, every phone call, every fitting for his suit—all of it felt like it was moving toward something much bigger than a wedding. Everyone else saw a ceremony; he saw a deadline.That morning, she came into his room with the pills again: smiling, calm, perfect."Only one week left," she said. "Are you excited?"He looked at her and smiled slightly. "I am," he said. "It's going to be a big day."She handed him the pills and the water. He took them, pretended to swallow, and handed the glass back."I've been thinking," she said, sitting down across from him. "After the wedding, we should sell the smaller office in Portland. You won't be traveling anymore, and it will make things simpler. Less stress for you."Less stress for you. She had a way of turning every decision into something that sounded like care."We'll see," he said calmly. "Let's get through the wedding first."She smiled and stood up, walking behind him and gently squeezing his shoulders. "You don't have to worry about anything," she said softly. "I'll take care of everything now."He didn't respond. He just watched her reflection in the mirror as she walked out of the room.I'll take care of everything now. That sentence used to make him feel safe; now it sounded like a threat.That afternoon, in the backyard, he didn't start from the bench. He stood up from the wheelchair and began walking immediately: slow steps along the stone path. One step, another, another. He walked past the tree again, past the garden chair, all the way to the end of the path near the fence: twenty steps. He stopped there, breathing hard, but he was still standing."You walked very far today," she said."Not far enough," he replied. "At the wedding, I can't look like I just learned how to walk yesterday. I have to look like a man who is getting better. Not a miracle—a recovery."She nodded. "Then you should practice walking like it is normal, not like it is a secret."

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