With a Broken Arm and No Support, I Took Back My Life: A Marriage Lesson, a Divorce Lawyer, and a Fresh Start
A fracture.
A cast.
Strict instructions to avoid lifting, driving, and anything that would strain the injury.
“You need rest,” he said. “This is not something you power through.”
He looked me straight in the eye like he could sense what kind of person I was.
The kind who always powers through.
When I got home, Jason was on the couch.
TV on.
Phone in hand.
He glanced up at the cast.
