This Isn’t Giving Up,It’s Choosing Myself

Five years ago, someone slipped something into my drink. Russ Matthews came charging in to save me, and a pack of thugs shattered the bones in his hand.

After he left the hospital, he turned volatile, quick to rage.

Drowning in guilt, I endured every torment the Matthews family threw at me and took care of him for five years.

The day I found out I was pregnant, I pushed open the door of the racing club, my whole heart light with joy.

And then I heard him talking to his best friend.