in my mind. Caleb sat by my bedside, holding my uninjured arm, his face

ls, stepping just outside the door, his voice a low murmur. H

till, my eyes clo

is phone one afternoon. "She won't be a problem anym

imagine Molly's soft, clo

ll announce it after she's 'recovered.' I'll give her some pathetic, symbolic

ctors say the nerve damage is severe. She'll never b

ng my job. He was taking my life's work, my passion, the very thing that define

s, their scent filling the room and making me sick. She sto

id, her voice dripping with pity. "Caleb ha

small, triumphant smile playing on her lips

my leg through the thin blanket. "Caleb and I are h

pulling her close. "Molly's be

me. They saw a broken victim. They had no idea they were looking at a woman who wa

eated. Despair was a luxury I couldn't afford. Al