Stolen Fiancée, Stolen Baby, Stolen Life
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Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
I won the gold medal.
Standing on the award podium beneath the bright lights, I felt a familiar sting behind my eyes.
I thought about Grandma Anne and the emerald pendant that had once belonged to her.
I thought about the night I had knelt on the marble floor, gathering the broken pieces while everyone watched.
I had been so sure then that I was broken too, and that nothing could ever be whole again.
But now, I knew better.
Even shattered things could be rebuilt, and sometimes, the rebuilding made them even more stunning than they had been before.
After the awards ceremony, a bouquet of white roses arrived with a card that read, "Congratulatio