Mabeline sat in her wheelchair, staring through her apartment window as a winter wind howled. Her caretaker, Jane, arrived with breakfast, and they discussed the day ahead. Mabeline's eyes wandered outside, settling on a haggard man with a dog. There was something oddly familiar about him, stirring up memories of her long-lost son, Ezekiel, who had vanished after her paralysis. As she watched, a mix of hope and fear welled inside her. But the revelation of Ezekiel's true identity would only be the beginning of what Mabeline was prepared to do next.
Mabeline sits in her wheelchair by the window of her small apartment, gazing out at the streets through which the cold wind blows. Her view of the busy sidewalks was limited, but she could still see people rushing by. The biting cold kept most indoors, but a lone man and his dog caught her eye. She squinted, trying to see better, but her developing cataracts made it difficult.
She feels the ache in her bones, reminding her of the accident that rendered her paralyzed years ago. It wasn't just the physical pain that haunted her. The real torment came from the emotional scars the accident had left behind. She shifted slightly, trying to alleviate the throbbing pain, and her thoughts drifted to the time when she could walk and dance. Life had changed irreversibly since then.