Burn It All: A Woman Reclaimed
Ethan. His voice was frantic, laced with
to get to the hos
d?" I asked,
he... she tried to hurt herself. She's saying it'
. Harassing her.
breaking with fake emotion. "The doctors say she needs
od ran
O-neg
ght? You have to come donate. I
from Nashville, a friend of my father's, was in Austin for SXSW. He had heard some of
a meetin
t? Your little songs? Sabrina's life is on the line, and you're talki
vate clinic, not a major hospit
ulation, a sick game. I grabbed my laptop and my purse and
er ma
werved in front of my car, fo
ce contorted with rage. His security guard, a
open. "I told you to go to
it, Ethan. Th
ed me, hard, across the face.
ay," he hissed, his f
abbed my arms, his grip like iron, and hauled me out of m
he SUV and shoved me
me to the clinic.
a call from the producer's assistant. I mi
to force me to give my
woman who loved Ethan Les
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