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“Where else would I go?” I whispered with my heart in my throat.

Something was wrong, and I couldn’t help but worry that it had to do with me.

Only I was truly trapped this time. There was nowhere for me to go, no way for me to get there.

I couldn’t walk. I could hardly work myself out of the bed and into the wheelchair with one good arm—and I couldn’t navigate with one arm, either.

Just relax. You’re being ridiculous.

Maybe I was, but I had been burned before. Whenever I’d started to trust that things were getting better, life would rear up and smack me down.

And there was nothing I could do to protect myself.

All I could do was wait for somebody to come back.

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