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me everything.
I took the money. Not because it was enough—it wasn’t even close to covering the cost. I took it because I needed to remember this moment.
I needed to remember who showed up when I was bleeding.
As he left, he squeezed my shoulder. “You’ll be okay,” he said. “You always are.”
He didn’t know what was coming next. But I did.
Recovery and Revelation
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