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Brandon tapped on Brian’s bedroom door then opened it.
“Ya’ll ready?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Dior said as she slipped into her sandals.
“Dior helped you get in yo’ chair?” he asked Brian.
“Naw, I did it,” Brian said proudly.
He’d been having control of his legs off and on, but he hadn’t told anyone. He didn’t want to get his or anyone else’s hopes up.
It seemed that he couldn’t control his legs when he was with his physical therapist. No matter how hard he tried to will them to move they never would when it really counted.