I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

and that was about it.”

“How did you get by?”

“I didn’t. Not really. For the first few years I just existed. The kind of existing where you get up and make coffee and the coffee gets cold on the counter because you forgot you poured it.”

She laughed a little. Short and dry.

“Then one Saturday morning, maybe four years after the accident, I heard someone continue reading …