My friend, Taylor, sent me a photo. It was a family portrait without me. In it, my mom, my wife, and Jim Sullivan were all smiling happily.My heart ached so badly that I could barely breathe.My wife, Julia Stone, who had sworn to love me for the rest of her life, had a child with Jim, who was responsible for what happened to me.And my biological mom, Doris Moore, had only treated me well because of the inheritance my dad, Tom Sullivan, left me.They must have had such a hard time.Anger slowly rose inside me. I curled my trembling hands into fists and slammed them hard against my numb legs.Mom had just gotten home when the loud pounding caught her attention.She hurried over to me, her eyes full of concern. "Joshua, what on earth are you doing? Why are you hitting yourself?"Hearing the concern in her voice made my emotions even harder to control."Why did this have to happen to me? I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair!" I shouted.Seeing me break d
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