She walked into the clinic already whole. No sob story. No cinematic breakdown. Just ten quiet years of saving and a decision sharpened in the dark where no one else’s opinion could reach her. No promise that a scalpel could fix a life, only a single, stubborn wish to make her reflection stop arguing with he… Continues…
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