Carter brought me right back to the Swanson residence. I was in a daze as he carried me home, the wound on my lower back still aching dully.The moment my parents saw me, they broke down. Their tears were a mix of sorrow and rage. They clung to me, sobbing uncontrollably, repeating how much they had missed and worried about me.Even my father, Frank Swanson, who was usually stern and composed, couldn't hold back his tears when he saw the injuries on my body. He held my hand tightly, giving me a sliver of strength.My mother, Jodie Stewart, exclaimed, "Oh, my darling daughter! You're finally back! I've missed you!"Her tears felt warm as they splashed onto the back of my hand."I'll go get a doctor to give you a proper examination."That day, many top-tier medical experts arrived at the Swanson residence. The place bustled with people, and the most advanced equipment was brought in to run scans and diagnostics on me. Despite their efforts, the results were disheartening."Ms. S
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