It's started. I can feel it. 

My emotions have roared back to life, and now I don't know what to do.

For three months, Drew and I have chatted online every day while I heal. But even now--the day before I return to work--I can't turn on the webcam.

Or he'll see the scars.

As long as possible, I want him to remember the old me. Before the crash. Before my old life came tumbling down...

If only I'd chosen him.