After picking up a pair of twin girls out in the middle of nowhere, man left them at home with his paralyzed wife and took off..

What if he’s still at the mill? What if he still goes there? Her mind flashed back to that awful night she spent there against her will. Then that monster threw her out a high window.

That’s what happened to Sarah. A compression fracture in her spine. And now her girls were heading to the same place.

Maybe into that creep’s hands. Sarah summoned every ounce of strength, every bit of will. She swung her legs off the bed, sat up, then stood.

She took a few steps, then fell. Her muscles were weak—she hadn’t used her legs in years.

Sarah crawled out of the house, spotting a rake by the door. She tried standing again, and succeeded. She realized her spinal cord had healed; now it was just about strengthening her muscles.

Leaning on the rake, Sarah followed the path. She caught up to the girls just at the mill. The place was creepier than ever.

Overgrown with weeds, moss, ivy—an eerie, repulsive sight. Sarah brought the girls home. That evening, she greeted John standing on her own.

John scooped her up, kissing her. Then he pulled the chain from under his shirt, took off her wedding ring, and slipped it on her finger. “Now that you’re walking, let everyone see you’re married.

Wouldn’t want someone stealing my beauty.” Sarah recovered quickly, with John’s help, of course.

Small-town life is its own rehab. Fetch water, chop wood, tend the garden.

No gym needed. Sarah regained strength fast. The sisters met at the guardianship hearing for Emma and Ava.

Sarah stood firm on her feet. No one would guess she’d recently been bedridden, unable to speak, let alone care for kids.

In front of the judge, Kate didn’t dare demand money. She had to agree to transfer guardianship to Sarah, free of charge. John hinted to Kate in the hallway that if she resisted, he’d tell everyone he found the girls in the woods.

Wonder what she thought would happen, leaving them there. Kate claimed she figured camp counselors would find them, and they’d take the blame.

John, Sarah, and now their daughters left the courtroom victorious. Kate’s life fell apart. Not with her new rich guy, nor without him.

No one knows exactly why they split. Probably her nasty attitude. She lost everything—husband, parents, a good life, her daughters.

Only too late did she realize it. And so, Kate turned to drink. It happens to women too, not just men.

She’d often drive, to put it mildly, less than sober. One day, it ended badly.

Kate hit someone. She knew what it meant. She needed help.

But she had no one. Absolutely no one. Not even someone to call.

So Kate dialed Sarah’s number. “It’s your sister, Kate,” she said. “Ever try calling sober?” Sarah asked.

“Sarah, I hit someone.” “God, not fatal, I hope?” Sarah gasped. “I don’t know, I’m scared to check.”

“Call an ambulance!” “I can’t.” “Come to me, please.”..