“You’ve always been in the way,” my sister whispered, shoving me out of the chopper while my husband watched, silent and complicit for the $5M payout. Everyone thought I was dead. But when I pushed open the church doors during my funeral service, my husband went pale. I locked eyes with him and said…

of my joy. If you are breathing, you have survived the fall. Now, you get to decide how you land.”

The applause was a roaring wave, louder than the wind, louder than the rotors, louder than the silence of the forest. I walked off the stage, my limp barely noticeable, stepping firmly into the rest of my life.

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