His mom sobbed. His dad stared at the floor.

I went home numb.

My parents were waiting at the kitchen table like they were about to negotiate a plea deal.

“Sit,” my mom said.

I sat.

“He was in an accident,” I said. “He can’t walk. I’m going to be at the hospital as much as—”

“This is not what you need,” she cut in.

I blinked. “What?”

“You are 17,” she said. “You have a real future. Law school. A career. You cannot tie yourself to… this.”

“To what?” I snapped. “To my boyfriend who just got paralyzed?”

My dad leaned forward.

“You’re young,” he said. “You can find someone healthy. Successful. Don’t ruin your life.”

I laughed because I thought they had to be joking.

“I love him,” I said. “I loved him before the accident. I’m not walking away because his legs don’t work.”

My mom’s eyes went flat. “Love doesn’t pay the bills. Love won’t lift him into a wheelchair. You have no idea what you’re signing up for.”

“I know enough,” I said. “I know he’d do it for me.”

She folded her hands. “Then this is your choice. If you stay with him, you do it without our support. Financial or otherwise.”

I stared at her. “You’d really cut off your only child for not dumping her injured boyfriend?”

My dad’s jaw clenched.