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My name is Lena. I’m thirty-five years old, and for most of my adult life, I’ve worked long, exhausting shifts at a garment factory on the outskirts of Dallas, Texas. I never imagined that one accident would change everything about the life I thought I knew.
My husband, Tom, used to be strong — the kind of man who could fix a car, make a child laugh, or turn a bad day around with a single joke. He was my partner, my best friend, and the father of our young son. But one night, a tragic car crash left half of his body paralyzed.
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