That was my first decision,
She was 16 and annoyingly careful behind the wheel.
The crash wasn’t her fault.
Another driver slid through a red light on a wet road and hit us hard enough to flip the car.
When I woke up, I couldn’t feel my legs.
“Will I walk again?” I asked.
The doctor paused.
“Will I walk again?”
“There’s a chance, but recovery will take time and regular therapy.”
Grandpa leaned forward. “Then schedule whatever treatment my granddaughter needs, Doc.”
“We need to discuss the cost, sir.”
“We’ll find the money,” he said. “Just do everything you can for Maisie.”
Our insurance covered some of it, but not enough.
Grandpa leaned forward.
