Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth

Chapter 67

Seven Minutes

Chapter 6

| grew up in a private healing community, tucked away in Montana's Bitterroot Valley. We're one of those places

that doesn’t show up on Google Maps a sanctuary where ancient healing traditions will thrive. Think Sedona

meets Johns Hopkins, but with stricter privacy protocols

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That's where my story with Lorenzo began. Fresh out of my holistic medicine residency, I'd gotten permission to

work at a research hospital in the city. | found him collapsed on a mountain trail, a Western Diamondback bite

turning his arm black. Our traditional antivenom saved his life. When he cto, he tried throwing money at

me- classic billionaire move. I just walked away.

Fate wasn’t done with us. Weeks later, | spotted a notorious scam artist working her slip and fall” routine outside

Whole Foods. Lorenzo happened to pull up in his Tesla, recognized me, and helped shot down the con. Seeing

how | struggled with everything from Uber to Netflix, he appointed himself my guide to modern life. The rest was

history - or so | thought.

The night | planned to tell him | loved him, corporate espionage turned violent. His rival's hitman cat him

with a knife. | took the blade meant for his throat, but the price was my sight. Lorenzo spent 36 hours in Mount

Sinai’s waiting room, making deals with God and swearing he'd be my eyes forever if | pulled through.

Now those memories taste like ashes.

The sanctuary’s council waited at our gates - my mentor Dr. Sarah Bishop among them. Seeing them felt like

exhaling after holding my breath for years.

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“Welchome,” Sarah said, her eyes knowing. “Sure about walking away from Lorenzo?”

“He made his choice,” | said. “Isabella’s pregnant. What was | supposed to do? Watch them play house? | gave

him every chance to save our marriage. Instead, he got bolder, more reckless.”

Sarah wrappedin a sage-scented hug. “Sometimes the hardest lessons are our best teachers.”

“You're thirty, Sophia,” she added softly. “Your gift for healing could help thousands. The world needs our ancient

knowledge combined with modern medicine. Don’t let a broken heart steal your purpose.”

She was right. My life wasn’t a romance where the heroine pines away for a lost love. It was tto focus

on what really mattered - healing others and maybe, finally, myself.