My Beautiful, Hard-Won Life

ng room, but this time, the searing pain in my leg was my own. My familiar workplace was a t

s small frame trembling in the doorway, e

ow, as I lay bleeding, my desperate call for help, relayed by Liam to his father, was met with cold dismissal. Mich

im speed off with Chloe in the ambulance meant for me, saw Liam' s desperate chase after his father,

y in his dinosaur bed, safe. It wasn't a dream; it was a terrifying memory. I was reborn, given a second