She looked around. She couldn’t believe that she was actually there. She had made it to the Superbowl. She might only be a bystander, but it was still such an amazing feeling that she was able to enjoy. She had plans to buy a few stadium cups. One was for her to use. One for her mom who’d helped her along the way. And one for the boss who almost didn’t let her go.
That wasn’t all that she was going to do. She was going to talk to people around her. She was going to enjoy herself. She wasn’t going to let her anxiety over crowds break her down now. This was her chance to be free, her chance to fly solo.
She’d never thought she’d live to see this. She wasn’t supposed to have survived that accident. She wasn’t supposed to be alive at all. That was what he had wanted. He had wanted her dead, and she was not going to take it lying down.
Looking down at the brace on her leg, holding on that fake foot, she smiled. Nope, she wasn’t going to take it, even standing up.