Set Me Free
I gently felt the soft, plush blanket before looking up at Logan, saying, “Is someone currently staying in the utility closet? I can move in there instead. This room is too nice for me, and it’s inappropriate for me to stay here. Besides, there is no clock in this room, and I need to wake up early to prepare breakfast.”
I didn’t know what I had said wrong this time, but suddenly, Logan’s eyes welled up with tears.
He knelt in front of my wheelchair and said softly, “Eva, stop talking. Please, stop it… You will never have to live in a utility closet again. We are a family, and I will treat you well from now on.”