“You can stay angry. You can stay scared. But it doesn’t fix things. It doesn’t change the situation. My legs may not work, but the rest of my body does. My brain still works. So . . . so, onward.” She’d meant to be straightforward, no-nonsense about it. But tears started to tumble from her eyes as she spoke. She’d come to this realization a few days ago, after a sleepless night lying in bed, facing her reflection in the dark window. Then the sun had risen, and her reflection had disappeared as the city beyond came into focus. It felt like standing in fire and realizing that though it burned,
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