She got dressed at the side of the pool, schooled her limp into a rolling gait and headed for the hall.

He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.

He who walks with the lame learns how to limp.

We?re only allegedly that the injuries she sustained was not accidentally and somebody caused this injury to her.

Soft tissue injuries are tough. You never know. It's just a tough injury to treat and deal with.

It had been aggravating me to the point where I was limping around. They didn't want me to have any limitations out there.