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The nurse helped guideinto my seat, her hands gentle but firm as she made sure | was secure. | bit my lip,
trying to ignore the deep frustration bubbling beneath the surface. | hated this. Hated needing help for
everything. The airport had already drainedmore than | 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 | was ssort of spectacle. A tragic story to be dissected, to be whispered about in headlines and morning
shows.
The worst part?
| had nothing to say.
Because what could | say? That | didn't blJosh? That | wasn't mad? That | understood?
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Even if all of that was true, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.
| had forgiven him. | knew | had. But that didn't erase the ache that settled deep in my bones when | let my mind
wander too long.
It was easier during the day, when Asha was around, her bright blue eyes-Josh's eyes-watchingwith careful
curiosity, her soft blonde curls falling over her face as she played. She was still shy, still unsure about me.
And | didn't blher for that, either.
| was a stranger to her.
Her mother, but not Mommy.
That was something | would have to earn.
The nurse sat besideas the plane took off, her presence a silent reassurance. The flight was long-too long.
Ten hours of being stuck in this seat, stuck in my own head.
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The hum of the engines becwhite noise as exhaustion pulled at me, but every t| closed my eyes,
flashes of the accident crushing back.
The sharp impact.
The feeling of weightlessness before my body hit something hard.
Then... nothing.
Just darkness.
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| remembered waking up. | remembered pain. But | didn't remember a single second of the years in between.
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To me, it felt like | had gone to sleep one night and woken up the next day. Except, in reality, three years had
passed.
Asha had grown. Josh had grieved, moved on, found someone else.
And I... | had missed all of it.
My fingers clenched slightly against the armrest, and | forced myself to focus on something else.
| turned my head toward the window, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beneath us.
When | got back home, | would have work to do.
| needed to walk again. | needed to regain my strength. | needed to be a mother to my daughter.
| needed to beagain.
The wheels of the plane hit the ground with a jolt, and I let out a slow breath, my body tense from being in the
sposition for so long. | hated flying before the accident-being stuck in a metal tube, thousands of feet in the
air, with no control over anything-but now, after everything, it was even worse.
The nurse besidehelped unbuckle my seatbelt and gently placed a hand on my arm. "We'll wait until most of
the passengers deboard. Give you a little more space."
| nodded, grateful for her thoughtfulness, but | was barely paying attention. My mind was still caught on the
reality | had
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only fully processed a few hours ago.
| wasn't going home.
At least, not to the h| remembered.
Now, | was going to Texas.
Texas.
Of all places.
I still didn't quite understand why.
Jess had explained it tobetween
helpingpack up Ye) nospital,
but my (aH was Sa foggy, and |
barely remembered what she said.
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It made sense.
But it didn't change the fact that | felt like | was heading to a stranger's house instead of my own.
My body was too exhausted to panic, but my mind was whirling.
Would it feel like home? Would my things be there? Had Josh kept anything of mine?
Would | feel like | belonged?
| swallowed hard and rubbed my
hands together, my fingers still weak
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wasn't AISthg, but | couldn't stop the
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"Are you okay?" the nurse asked softly.
| nodded again. "Just... tired."
She smiled in understanding, and as
the last of the passengers trickled
out, she stood and ges ured forthe
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chair t sighed, knowing there was no
point in arguing. | wasn't strong
enough to walk on my own yet, and
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So, | let them help me.
| let them strapin.
| let them wheeldown the narrow aisle and off the plane, Lignoring the curious stares from the flight crew
and the few stragglers still waiting to board for the next flight.
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