After a severe car accident, I was rushed to the hospital. My husband barged into the room, raging. “Enough with the theatrics!” he shouted

the screen. To tell them that survival was possible. That healing was real. That even after the worst storms, life could begin again.

That night, I sat at my desk while rain tapped softly against the window. Emma slept in her room, her breathing soft and peaceful.

I thought back to the hospital bed. The pain. The fear. Caleb’s cruel words.

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