Seven Years Gone: A New Me

and the piercing brightness of a hospital room. A nurse informed m

ke him would have better things to do." My nurse, Emily, told me I had a concussion and a fra

n missing years. And an unfamiliar face stared back from the reflection-thin, tired, broken. My phone, filled with pi

for a settlement. The term was up. Scrolling through desperate, one-sided texts to him, I found a chil

ia. You were just a placeholder." Then her hands on my chest, a sudden shove, and the cold water engul

with a blank slate, I knew one thing: I