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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

was a stranger to

but not

was something I would have

The flight was long-too long. Ten hours of

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

The sharp impact.

before my body

Then... nothing.

Just darkness.

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remember a single second of the years

sleep one night and woken

had grown. Josh had grieved,

I had

fingers clenched slightly against the armrest, and I

turned my head toward the window, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beneath

got back home, I would

needed to walk again. I needed to regain my

needed to

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 of feet in the air, with no

my arm. "We'll wait until most of the passengers deboard. Give you a

but I was barely paying

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I wasn't going home.

not to

was going to