I miss the woman I was before it all happened—innocent, trusting, perhaps a bit naive.
But only because she had no idea how strong she could become.
The version of me who survived?
Who rebuilt?
Who carried two babies through hell and came out shining?
She’s someone I’m proud to be.
And Caleb knows exactly what he lost.
Because every time he turns on the TV, or opens a newspaper, or scrolls through social media, he sees the woman he abandoned… and the legend she became.
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