"Hey, could you give her a hand?"
He smiles immediately. "Of course."
Together they lift the water into her trunk.
The woman thanks all three of us. As I walk back to my truck I catch myself smiling.
Not because I helped.
Because this time I helped the way Annette would've wanted me to.
Without risking everything to do it.
Somewhere over the last six weeks...
She'd changed more than my shoulder.
She'd changed me.
***
Eight weeks later...
Mark lowers his clipboard and smiles. "Congratulations, Captain."
I frown.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
He extends his hand. "You're officially cleared for full contact."
For months, I'd imagined what this moment would feel like.
Victory.
Relief.
Freedom.
Instead, I find myself looking toward the hallway.
For one impossible second, I expect to see Annette standing there with that quiet smile she always tried to hide whenever I reached another milestone.
The hallway is empty. Coach claps me on the shoulder. The guys cheer.
Liam pretends to wipe away a tear.
Even Caleb grins.
I smile because they're happy.
Not because I am.
Most of the celebration drifts toward the parking lot.
I linger behind. For some reason I want to talk with Mrs. Alvarez and let her hear about my progress. I head to the Walker Center where I began this healing journey and find her