I probably shouldn't have been browsing profiles on a dating site while feeling like crap about myself. It’s been ages since I've made any progress in physical therapy, even longer since I'd gotten laid, and my outlook while scrolling through pages of profiles of single women was rather cynical. But messaging Cory that night turned out to be the best thing that happened to me. She drew me into her orbit, firing off charm and trivia like it was always on the tip of her tongue. Cory pulled me out of a rut that I had been in ever since the accident, and I was finally moving forward again. Work was going well, I was making gains with my recovery, and everyone in my life attributed the change to my developing relationship with Cory. But after all the unsolicited facts she volunteered, could the information she held back from me come between us?