My Best Friend Never Grew Past Age Eight, and No One Believed He’d Find Love — But I Did

him freely.

Our worst argument happened six months later.

I’d started walking with a cane and returned to work part-time.

Noah offered to drive me to an event, and I accused him of hovering.

“You are turning into my nurse,” I said.

His face hardened.

“I have never treated you like a patient.”

“You check whether I took my medication.”

“Because you forget.”

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