CHAPTER 88

I motion at the sheltered bus stop because it'll get us out of the cold whilst we talk. Brody nods, agreeing with me and I pause, hesitating. "Do you need any help?" I say quietly and he grits his teeth, his jaw clenching. "No, I can manage." He says tightly, sounding slightly angry. He stretches out his arms before wheeling himself ahead of me, his face fixed with a look of concentration. I can hear him breathing heavily and I sigh, heading towards the bus stop. A harsh gust of wind blows...