Find The Most Beautiful Version of Yourself

I struggled to open the door with my uninjured arm.

The apartment still looked the same as when I’d rushed out for the rescue mission.

Scott still hadn’t returned.

Hungry and unable to use my injured hand, I was afraid of burning myself, so I could only manage to make a bowl of instant noodles with lukewarm water.

As I took a bite, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

They started as a trickle and soon turned into a steady stream.

I hadn’t cried when he was missing, I hadn’t cried while leading the rescue team, I hadn’t cried when everyone urged me to stay strong, and I hadn’t cried when a falling rock hit my arm, causing excruciating pain.

Now, with him safe and me finally discharged, I suddenly found myself unable to hold back the tears, overwhelmed by an emotional storm.

Sheriff Chase, the lead investigator, sent a message.

“Doctor Lillian, are you sure you don’t want to return to the forensic team?”

From a young age, driven by a strong sense of justice, I had always wanted to become a skilled forensic pathologist.

I pursued forensic science in college and, after graduation, joined the police department as a frontline forensic expert, helping to crack major cases.

That was until I met Scott.

To align with his preferences and to keep a regular routine with him, I transferred to an administrative role.

“When you first joined, you were incredibly dedicated. You’re the golden right hand with a sharp eye for details. It’s a shame to lose that talent. With the team short-handed now, have you thought about coming back?”

Sheriff Chase, not usually one for smooth talk, was doing his best to convince me.

“Sheriff Chase, my arm is injured, and it’s uncertain if I’ll ever be able to handle that scalpel again.”

Sheriff Chase quickly set up a video call to get more details about my condition.

“Doctor Lillian, I just spoke with some experts. With the right rehabilitation, you should be able to return to your work.”

“Would you consider going through rehab?”

“Yes, I want to come back!”

Sheriff Chase was overjoyed.

“Great! While you’re recovering, you could review some of our recent challenging cases and offer your insights.”

Over the years, I had given up my career and dreams, holding onto the hope of a warm home with Scott.

But even that small dream was shattered.

Though life had already passed the halfway mark, it was not too late. I still wanted to find that person who once reached for the stars with all their heart.