They called me every name you can think of. They tried all sorts of ways to get rid of me. I’m used to it. I’m ready for anything. I don’t care about the consequences. I won’t back down. I’ve reached the goals I set for myself. Now it’s time to get back what was lost— the one who ran away while I was lying sick in the hospital bed. The one who openly spat in my face. The one who, without saying a word, made it clear that she’s not my property. The one who challenged me. The one who hoped I would let her go without a fight—and forget.