He carried a bottle of wine tucked carefully between two prosthetic hands.
Instead, when the doorbell rang and Emily opened the door, Robert fell silent.
« Mom, Dad, this is Brian. »
Brian smiled.
« Finally. I’ve heard enough about both of you to be nervous. »
He carried a bottle of wine tucked carefully between two prosthetic hands.
I liked him almost immediately.
Brian had lost both arms years earlier in an accident. Emily had told us that much, but little else.
He moved with an ease that made it obvious he’d been using his prosthetics for years.
I liked him almost immediately.
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