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My Four-Year-Old Called Grandpa After My Husband Broke My Leg

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Part 2: My lower back slammed against the marble island. The impact drove the air from my lungs. I reached for balance, but my foot caught on the brass rung of a barstool.
For one awful second, I was falling.
Then I hit the floor.
My left leg twisted beneath me.
The crack echoed through my body before the pain arrived.

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