“His condition is critical,” she said. “Heart and mind. Who are you to him?”
I hesitated—and in that hesitation, I realized this marriage was no longer “paper.”
I answered, steady:
“I’m his wife.”
He stayed unconscious for three days. On the fourth, his fingers moved. His eyes opened.
The first thing he asked—so softly it broke me—was:
“Were you sleeping?”
Tears flooded my eyes.
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