“Him or Us.”
My parents were waiting at the kitchen table like they were negotiating a contract.
“Sit,” my mother said.
I told them what happened.
My mom cut me off fast.
“This is not what you need.”
“You can find someone healthy.”
I stared at her like she’d spoken another language.
“You want me to dump my boyfriend because he can’t walk?”
My dad leaned forward.
“You’re young. You have a future. Law school. A career. Don’t ruin your life.”
