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I Spent Two Weeks in the Hospital, and My Husband Never Visited Me Once – When I Finally Came Home and Opened the Front Door, I Stood There Staring in Disbelief
Rowan was gripping the bedframe, sweat dripping down his face, arms trembling. His new prosthetic legs, sleek but foreign, were strapped on, his body hunched between bed and dresser.
His right hand was scraped raw. He looked up, startled and caught.
