My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

My baby. My marriage. My trust in people I’d loved.

But I’d also gained something. Something harder and more valuable.

The knowledge that I could survive anything. That I was stronger than the people who’d tried to break me.

That grief and loss could hollow you out—but they could also show you what you were made of.

And I was made of steel covered in silk.continue reading …