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.

I didn't blame

was a stranger

but

was something I would

as the plane took off, her presence a silent reassurance. The flight was long-too long. Ten

but every time I closed my eyes, flashes

The sharp impact.

feeling of weightlessness before my body hit something

Then... nothing.

Just darkness.

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I remembered pain. But I didn't remember a single second of the

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

grieved, moved on, found someone

had missed all

against the armrest, and I forced myself to

window, watching the

I would have work to

walk again. I needed to regain my strength. I needed

to be me

body tense from being in the same position for so long. I hated

placed a hand on my arm. "We'll wait until most of the passengers deboard.

I was barely paying attention. My mind was still

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288 (Vouchers

a few

I wasn't going home.

least, not to the home

I was