“I waited for you,” it read, “and after the fifth day, I understood,” and my chest felt hollow as I kept reading.
“I left with my parents to Richmond, Virginia,” she wrote, “because being invisible is worse than paralysis,” and those words shattered me.
I called her again and again, but nothing came back except silence. I drove through the night to her parents’ house, where her father opened the door and said calmly, “She’s sleeping, you can see her in the morning.”
When I saw her, she looked smaller, her eyes distant, and I said, “I’m sorry, I was weak,” but she stopped me and said, “You thought, you just chose yourself.”
“I didn’t leave because I’m paralyzed,” she said, “I left because I was alone next to you,” and I cried without defense.
“I’ll do anything,” I said, and she replied softly, “I don’t need a hero, I need a partner, and I don’t know if you can be that man.”
After a long silence, she said, “I’ll give you one chance, not because I’m weak, but because I want to believe we’re not finished.”
I cut Olivia out completely, blocked her, changed everything, and poured my life into Lauren’s recovery. It was not easy, and there were days filled with anger and tears, but we stayed.