Disowned, Disabled, Dangerous

My engagement party was just one night away.

A celebration of big money, big families, and my upcoming marriage to Izzy Hayes.

But first, a "surprise" at a remote pump house, arranged by Izzy and my supposed brother, Liam.

When I arrived, there was no Izzy, no Liam, just shadows.

Then came the blows.

Blinding, searing pain, and the sickening crunch of my Achilles tendons.

I woke up in a hospital, weak and blind, my legs burning with infection.

Through a medicated haze, I heard my own mother, Eleanor, casually discussing amputating my legs.