It's started. I can feel it.
My emotions have roared back to life, and now I don't know what to do.
For three months, Drew and I have chatted online every day while I heal. But even now--the day before I return to work--I can't turn on the webcam.
Or he'll see the scars.
As long as possible, I want him to remember the old me. Before the crash. Before my old life came tumbling down...
If only I'd chosen him.
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