"By the way, Abigail," he continued, "we’re having a celebration tonight. It’s for the successful recovery of the Dragon Squad and to prep for the mission the day after tomorrow. You’ve been through enough lately, so get some rest, I won’t be home."
I shook my head. "Take me with you."
Scott's expression tightened. "No. You're still recovering, and I won’t allow it."
And just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving me in the bedroom. But how could I sit this one out? A party to celebrate what cost me my legs, I had every right to be there.
At 7 p.m., I rolled myself into the venue. Glasses clinked, laughter filled the air, but as soon as I entered, the whispers started.
"Isn’t that Mr. Foster’s wife? She never shows up to these things."
"I mean… she was impressive once, but now? Just dead weight."
"Poor Chief. He’s stuck with her. If he’d married Commander Beckett instead, he’d actually be happy."
"I think old feelings might spark up again. Didn't you see them step out to the terrace together?"
Hearing that, I turned my wheelchair toward the terrace and overheard a familiar conversation.
"Jacqueline, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault that Jared has azoospermia," Scott said.