"About Mr. Ryker…" Frederick's eyes stayed on the road, but he hummed, indicating that she had his attention. "His legs…have they always been like that?"
Frederick contemplated for a minute before shaking his head. He then spoke. "As far as I remember, he was alright when I was younger. But Grandma said he got shot in his right leg. And since then, he's been in a wheelchair."
Ashley felt her heart thump at his words. Her posture straightened and she tensed as she kept her eyes on the road. "Do-do you know who shot him?" Frederick pursed his lips. "Grandma never went into detail about it. She said it was an accident." Ashley gulped.
Accident
She felt a gnawing sense of guilt. "Why do you ask?" Frederick inquired as he pulled the car to a stop at a parking lot. Ashley shook her head, dispelling her random thoughts. "Nothing. Just curious." She looked around. "Where are we?" She asked, trying to change the topic.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!