I'll Finish What You Left Unfinished

The night my best friend debuted at the Met, Nolan locked me in our room. He was terrified the livestream would trigger another breakdown.

Hearing the roaring applause from the tablet, I bit my lip until blood came.

Five years ago, the car crashed. I shielded him, but he shoved me aside to protect Rebecca. I had been safe. That push slammed me into a steel rebar that pierced both thighs. At nineteen, I became paralyzed from the pelvis down.

Five years of relentless phantom pain followed. A waking nightmare. Today, as the agony flared, I begged Nolan for relief.