My Mother-in-Law Shoved Me Down the Stairs, and My Husband Begged Me to Call It an Accident—Then the Doctor Saw My X-Rays
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Chapter 20 - My New Stairs
I eventually rented a townhouse.
Two floors.
Caroline objected.
“Why would you voluntarily choose stairs?”
“The windows are beautiful.”
“Nora.”
“I’m not letting Judith choose architecture for the rest of my life.”
That sounded brave.
Then the first night, I stood at the top for five minutes.
My physical therapist had taught me:
Use the rail.
Do not carry too much.
Make extra trips.
You do not need to prove anything.
I walked down.
Slowly.
Nothing happened.
May you like
That mattered more than triumph would have.
Stairs became stairs gradually.
