My boyfriend was a remote safety operator for self-driving ride-hailing cars. When two cars under his supervision were in accidents at the same time, he didn’t hesitate to save the woman he’d always loved. I was abandoned and lost the use of both my legs forever. He apologized countless times, but the moment he glanced at my severed legs, he threw up. But it doesn’t matter. Some dancers’ lives end when they lose their legs. I’m determined to struggle on and bloom in all my glory.
