“You are 17,” she said evenly. “You have a real future. Law school. A career. You cannot tie yourself to… this.”
“To what?” I snapped. “To my boyfriend who just got paralyzed?”
My dad leaned forward. “You’re young. You can find someone healthy. Successful. Don’t ruin your life.”
I laughed, certain they had to be joking.
“I love him,” I said. “I loved him before the accident. I’m not walking away because his legs don’t work.”
My mom’s expression hardened. “Love doesn’t pay the bills. Love won’t lift him into a wheelchair. You have no idea what you’re signing up for.”
“I know enough,” I shot back. “I know he’d do it for me.”
She folded her hands calmly. “Then this is your choice. If you stay with him, you do it without our support. Financial or otherwise.”
I stared at her. “You’d really cut off your only child for not dumping her injured boyfriend?”
My father’s jaw tightened.
