I couldn’t tell if Logan was actually about to throw a punch, but just standing there felt like its own form of humiliation. Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving the wheelchair behind for good.

“What a waste of oxygen,” Nora muttered sharply at the onlookers before rushing over to help me.

Once we were out of sight, she blurted, “Elaine, didn’t he used to have a mole on his neck? Could he have had it removed? Did you check ...