The Night Everything Changed
I met my husband in high school. He was my first love. The steady kind. The kind that felt like home.
We were seniors. We were convinced we were untouchable.
Then, a week before Christmas, his mom called screaming.
“Accident.”
“Truck.”
“He can’t feel his legs.”
The hospital was harsh lights and stale air.
He lay in a bed with rails and wires, eyes open, face pale, trying to be brave.
I grabbed his hand and said the only thing that mattered.
“I’m here. I’m not leaving.”
The doctor pulled us aside.
“Spinal cord injury. Paralysis from the waist down. We don’t expect recovery.”
I went home numb, but determined.
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