Joy Lahman

In the quiet town of Marigold Hollow, tucked between rustling wheat fields and the hum of passing freight trains, lived a girl named Eliza. She was sixteen and had already lived in seven different houses, each with its own set of rules, smells, and silences. Her suitcase was small, but her heart carried the weight of every goodbye. Eliza didn’t believe in forever. Not in homes, not in promises, and certainly not in love. She had seen couples argue behind closed doors, watched foster siblings...

A disabled woman who fell in love with a soldier

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