At seventeen, I believed I was the protagonist of a tragic, beautiful romance. When my high school sweetheart, Ryan, was paralyzed in a horrific car accident a week before Christmas, I didn’t hesitate. My wealthy parents gave me an ultimatum: abandon the “burden” of an injured boyfriend to pursue law school, or be disowned. I chose Ryan. I traded my trust fund and my future for a duffel bag and a crash course in catheter care, bed transfers, and insurance battles. For fifteen years, we built a life on the foundation of my sacrifice, convinced that our “against all odds”...
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