Medical reports.
Insurance records.
And one picture that made my heart stop.
Lisa.
Standing beside a smiling young man.
A young man who looked painfully familiar.
I stared.
Then looked at Adrian.
Then back at the photograph.
The young man in the picture was Adrian.
Before the accident.
Before the wheelchair.
Before everything.
“What is this?”
My voice was barely a whisper.
Adrian closed his eyes.
“We knew each other.”
The room fell silent.
My heart pounded so hard I thought I might faint.
“What do you mean you knew
