During warm-ups, I used to skate to a rap song about having a ton of problems.
And a b*tch ain’t one.
Because I caught my fiance screwing my own brother. Now they’re both dead to me.
I saw Julia for the first time since college curled up on a chair in my hospital room. She overtook my damaged senses like a fresh tropical breeze. She’s lush. Decedent. But there’s more … Julia Wales is successful and kind.
Nothing like her.
Not since my injury have I shown a woman my scars.
And there’s no going back.