Hey, loves! We’re back for another outtake. I pulled this from the request form, as usual. I want to take a moment to thank my hubby who helped me with some of the details in this outtake, specifically about the medicine wheel. Do enjoy. * A Renzo Outtake Fragility Renzo POV “Ren?” He heard Lucia’s call of his name, but couldn’t be bothered to even turn his head to answer it. That would take a great deal of effort that he was neither capable of, nor interested in. Since his release from the hospital, the visitors had been nonstop. Apparently, Renzo had more people who cared about them that he thought. Not that it mattered. He didn’t want to see them. Or maybe … He didn’t want them to see him like this. Weak. Incapable. Tremors rocking his once steady hands. Scars from surgeries. Burns still healing. Jumbled in his mind. Words that came out wrong. Everything was wrong . He hated it. Which meant he hated himself, too. Instead, he found solace in sitting near windows watching the day and ...