When The Broken Girl Healed
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When I was fifteen, I took the blow of an iron pipe meant for Oliver.
When I finally woke up from the coma, my mind had snapped back to that of a five-year-old. My vocabulary shrank until almost everything reduced to a single phrase: "Ollie."
He ripped up his university acceptance letter right there in the hospital corridor, pulled me into his chest, and swore through ragged breaths, "Don't be scared, Willa. I'm going to marry you. I'll take care of you for the rest of our lives."
Ten years passed.