Miles sat in his wheelchair looking at me with a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes were tender and soft, and his aura alone was enough to calm some of the chaos that my father had induced.

For a moment, time stood still and it was just he and I who existed in that moment. There was no one else but us.

It was a blissful moment.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, breaking the calm moment. “You gave me quite the scare.”

“Umm…” I tried to ...