Seven Times I Came, Seven Times You Didn't
Forrest Greeni've probably made a mistake in getting marriedmarrying my fiancé right before my regretful ex-husbandmy wife married me just to break my heartmarriage of an overprotective young husband
"Caroline, what happened to you?"
I parted my lips, but no sound came out. Overwhelming me was the burning, throbbing sensation in my leg. The moment Grandma pulled up my pant leg, she gasped in horror.
The flesh around my ankle was blackened and badly infected. My whole foot was so swollen it looked thicker than a turnip. It was almost impossible to recognize what it had once looked like.
The women of Pine Ridge survived with their hands and feet. Farming, carrying firewood, climbing mountains, working from dawn till dusk—everything depended on their legs.