The man who ordered him shot three years ago.
“He can give me what you can’t. A whole man. A future without a wheelchair. I’m tired… And Lorenzo says hello. He says that bullet should have gone through your heart.”
The world silently collapsed on him.
And as if that wasn’t enough, someone opened the attached audio file.
Lorenzo’s triumphant laughter exploded throughout the garden.
—Hey, Corsetti… Victoria’s here with me. She says she rides better than your wheelchair ever could. Happy wedding, cripple.
There was laughter. From rivals. From opportunists. From people who just minutes before had been feigning respect.
Phones were raised, hundreds of them, recording as if Sebastian were a wounded animal in a zoo.
He froze. He survived the bullet. He rebuilt his life from his wheelchair. But that… that was destroying him from the inside.
A tear, the first in twenty years, rolled down her cheek.
