I Am No Longer Your Burden

After I shoved Wayne out of the path of a speeding truck, my cognitive development froze. I was physically growing, but mentally, I stayed five years old.

From then on, Wayne became the one who raised me.

He spent years teaching me how to write my name, over and over. He taught me to memorize our phone number, to boil pasta.

Until Isla showed up.

She was his new assistant at the firm—brilliant, polished, and glowing. They were a team. He secured the clients; she drafted the proposals. Everyone said they were the perfect match.