Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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288 Vouchers REPORTERS LAURA

The nurse helped guide me into my seat, her hands gentle but firm as she made sure I was secure. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the deep frustration bubbling beneath the surface. I hated this. Hated needing help for everything. The airport had already drained me more than I cared to admit.

Reporters had been everywhere. Cameras flashing in my face, microphones shoved too close, voices overlapping in an unrelenting storm of invasive questions.

"Laura, how does it feel knowing your husband moved on with your daughter's teacher?"

"Are you mentally fit to return home?"

"Can you walk? Are you able to take care of your child?"

Like I was some sort of spectacle. A tragic story to be dissected, to be whispered about in headlines and morning shows.

The worst part?

I had nothing to say.

Because what could I say? That I didn't blame Josh? That I wasn't mad? That I understood?

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Even if all of that was true, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

I had forgiven him. I knew I had. But that didn't erase the ache that settled deep in my bones when I let my mind wander too long.

It was easier during the day, when Asha was around, her bright blue eyes-Josh's eyes-watching me with careful curiosity, her soft blonde curls falling over her face as she played. She was still shy, still unsure about me.

blame her for that,

a stranger to

mother, but not

something I would have

nurse sat beside me as the plane took off, her presence a silent reassurance. The flight was long-too long. Ten hours of being stuck in

became white noise as exhaustion pulled at me, but every time I closed my eyes, flashes of

The sharp impact.

feeling of weightlessness before my body

Then... nothing.

Just darkness.

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I didn't remember

sleep one night and woken up the next day. Except, in reality, three

had grieved, moved on, found

had

the armrest, and I

the window, watching the

back home, I

to regain my strength. I needed to be a mother to my

to be

of the plane hit the ground with a jolt, and I let out a slow breath, my body tense from being in the same position for so long. I hated flying before the accident-being stuck in a metal tube, thousands

beside me helped unbuckle my seatbelt and gently placed a hand on my arm. "We'll wait until most of the passengers deboard. Give you

for her thoughtfulness, but I was barely paying attention. My mind was still caught on

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288 (Vouchers

processed a

I wasn't going home.

least, not to

I was