Everything happened in a split second as I barreled toward him. I would protect him somehow. I could not let them hurt him or take him from me. Every moment we shared, every memory flashed through my mind: the time he covered my torso with his own to keep hypothermia from taking me; stitching his wound in the bathroom; the first time he dressed me; the time he undressed me; and the night we talked about how I wanted to follow my dreams to South America and open a refuge for disabled children in orphanages, to relax at a local dive bar, drinking cold beer on a hot humid night. This vision had
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