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Maybe it was the adrenaline from the accident that had me seeing so clearly. More likely it was being reminded of how easy it was to lose someone I loved. Lily had fallen so quickly. One second she was happily sitting upon Casper plodding along, the next, dangling by her shiny new cowgirl boot.
It had been horrifying and I never wanted to feel that level of panic ever again. She’d woken in the helicopter and because of that, Hannah became optimistic, but I hadn’t truly calmed down until the ER doc ruled out everything but a concussion. I was still shaking and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
No more debating. No more worries. We just had to live and hope—pray—for the best. The decision to be with these men, really be with them, suddenly felt like a no brainer. We’d wasted eno
