The sound of wheels squeaking against the linoleum floor echoed down the hall as Hayden’s therapist helped adjust him in the chair. They have been in the rehabilitation room for almost an hour.

“Alright, Mr. Oakley,” the therapist said with a calm smile. “Let’s go easy today. We’ll focus on controlled stretches. Tell me the moment anything feels too painful.”

Hayden nodded, jaw tight. “If it’s working, it’s going to hurt anyway,” he muttered.

Myla stood beside him, ...