I once threw myself in front of a truck for a man. It's the only decision I've never regretted.Now I'm twenty-six, I may never walk again, and my fiancé's mother is auditioning replacements in the hospital hallway. She has a name for me, by the way. Some nobody.Adrien is the kindest man I've ever met. He has also never once picked a fight he could avoid. All I need is one word from him. It's two letters. I've heard him say it to waiters.Instead, I get "I need time."So I'm done waiting. I'm going back to the only thing I was ever good at: being seen. Only this time, on my terms, with my chair in every frame.