My mind fractured, literally unthreaded, splitting into two entities. The girl I was: my hopes and dreams, aspirations and love for Brax all blazed bright and true. My insecurities and need for love saddened me. I saw my own fragility. But that didn’t matter, because the other part—the new part—was fierce. This girl had no brokenness or issues. She was a warrior who’d seen blood, stared monsters in the face, and knew without a doubt her life would be hers again.
