I never expected that one night could echo across decades. At seventeen, everything in my life split into a before and an after. Before, I was just a girl worrying about curfews, dresses, and whether anyone would ask me to prom. After, I was learning how to exist in a body that no longer felt like mine. The accident happened fast. A drunk driver ran a red light, and suddenly there were sirens, broken bones, and doctors speaking in careful tones that tried to soften words like “damage” and “uncertain.” Six months later, prom arrived. I told my mom I...
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