It had been almost a year since Kat had been released from the hospital. With the help of Doctor Stevens, she had been able to piece together what had happened and what her brain had filled in. From those two paths, Kat elected to join a therapy group for people who survived trauma. She’d taken up writing, creating the ending to the coma version she’d lived through. And it was to that end that she sat, staring at the computer, hovering over the send button.

“Okay, Kat, you can do this. Just press send and then find out if you can really be a writer. I believe in you, but you gotta get somebody else to believe in you now. You’ve done so well, and you know you’ve got what it takes. Just look how far you’ve come since the accident. You can…” Her finger accidenta...

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