“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
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John and I had been fighting when I ran to the bathroom and tried to lock myself in, but he followed me and shoved me backwards and I fell hard on the edge of the sink.
Two days had passed since that afternoon, and it still hurt to breathe. My ribs were black, and impossible to touch.
“I think I need to go see a doctor,” I said after supper.
John studied me carefully, looking for any sign that I was planning something. Finally, he nodded. I could go on my own.
I changed doctors every time we moved house, which had been often in the past two years. It never took long for John to fall out with the neighbours or landlord. I called and made an appointment with a new doctor, then stopped on the way home the following afternoon.
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