I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

“Its 75 Degrees! In December!”

“It was the only time I'd ever heard someone ask, "Can you grab me the spoon?" a…”

“My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have …”

“That sucks, though," Wes said finally, his voice low. "You're just setting your…”