At the clinic gate, a 7-year-old collapsed, crying, “Mommy has been sleeping for three days, please save them.” The doctor rushed to help the newborn twins, but as he lifted them, his hands shook. Underneath the babies was a handwritten note from the mother that made the doctor freeze in terror…

of shattered glass buried in the dust. A sharp, electric pain shot up my calf, but I didn’t stop to pull it out. I couldn’t afford to lose the momentum. If I stopped, the gravity of what I was doing would crush me.

Just to that dead oak tree, I told myself. Just push it to the oak tree.

When I reached the tree, I set a new boundary. Just to the rusted continue reading …