When the doctor told me there was still hope for my leg, I broke down in tears of joy.
A sob tore from my throat as my vision blurred with tears.
He told me that the car accident had caused my fallopian tubes to become blocked, making it impossible for me to conceive. However, surgery could restore my fertility.
As for my leg, the fracture hadn’t worsened in the past five years and with surgery, I could regain my ability to walk soon.
I choked on my breath, struggling to process his words.
He smiled reassuringly. "It’s clear that someone has been taking good care of you. If your legs had been truly neglected for five years, there would’ve been no hope of recovery."
A bitter chill seeped into my bones, spreading through my heart like ice.
He didn’t know.
He had no idea that the very people he spoke of, my so-called family, were the ones who never wanted me to stand again.
No.
They were no longer my family.
As I stepped out of the hospital, my phone vibrated in my hand. Another message from Scarlett.
It was a photo.
In the picture, she cradled her son in Elijah’s arms, their faces glowing with contentment. My parents sat beside them, mirroring their joy.