The Stolen Life of Nora
Language: en
Ever since the accident that took my left leg five years ago, my world had shrunk to the four walls of our home. I had grown fragile, self-conscious, and terrified of the pitying glances of strangers. Whenever my son’s preschool teachers scheduled a home visit, my throat would tighten, and I would instinctively give them the address to Serena Gallagher’s house instead. Whenever Austin forgot critical legal briefs on his desk, I would call Serena in a panic, begging her to drop them off at his firm. Serena, my closest friend of eight years, never complained. Austin and our son, Toby, seemed…