**"Thursdays with Kyle"
Chapter 1: Thursday One: Broken**
Kyle's living room was dimly lit, sunlight struggling through curtains – matching his mood.
Sixteen months of darkness since The Accident's aftermath faded into his current Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) reality.
I sat across from him, notebook open, pen poised:
"Kyle, why Thursdays? Why me?"
He glanced up, eyes red-rimmed from tears or exhaustion – perhaps both.
"Because..." pause "...you saw me before broken.
And I need someone to remind me who I used to be."
His voice cracked. Mine echoed with emotion.
He leaned forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped tight:
"My mind's a maze. Memories hidden.
Investment deals fade like wrestling matches from seventh grade."
