Chapter 24 - Wade and MeWade asked for one final conversation.
I agreed.
He looked older.
“Trent blames me.”
“Do you blame yourself?”
“For parts.”
“Which parts?”
“I taught him influence was protection.”
He looked toward the mobility lab his family once funded.
“I thought the world was unfair, so I made sure it was unfair in his direction.”
That sentence was painfully honest.
I asked:
“Do you still think my mom wanted to destroy your company?”
“No.”
“What changed?”
“Someone else did the audit.”
“And found many of the same things.”
“Yes.”
I smiled slightly.
“Annoying.”
He almost laughed.
Then he said:
“I am sorry about your leg.”
“My prosthetic.”
He corrected himself.
“Your prosthetic.”
“My leg is still mine.”
He nodded.
That distinction mattered.
People often spoke as if losing a prosthetic meant losing part of my body again.
It was equipment.
Important equipment.
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Not my personhood.
Wade had finally learned not to confuse the two.
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