Chapter 85

• Freddy's POV
• I didn’t want to tell her that after my injury, my depression relapsed. It took a whole week of antidepressants before things finally stabilized. Once I got better, Stephen told me she had been knitting a sweater day and night, so I didn’t want to bother her.
• "Forget it, there wasn’t much to say. I only messaged you because it was the first snow that day, and I couldn’t resist," she said, standing up and walking behind my wheelchair to push it slowly along the street.