(Scarlett’s POV)
The next morning, Lily skips beside me as we walk through the farmer's market, her small hand warm in mine. She's chattering about the cookies we're going to make later, something involving strawberries and way too much chocolate.
"And then we can put sprinkles on top, Mama! The rainbow ones that make everything pretty!"
I smile, squeezing her fingers. "That sounds perfect, baby."
This is what happiness feels like. Simple moments with my daughter, no drama, no painful memories. Just us against the world, the way it's been for four years.
We're heading back to the car when a loose cobblestone catches my heel, and my ankle twists with a sharp c***k that makes me cry out.
Pain shoots up my leg like lightning. I stumble, trying to catch myself, but my ankle gives out com
