I woke up from the coma and heard my son whisper, “Don’t open your eyes”… my husband and my own sister were waiting for me to d!e so they could take everything.

near the foot of the bed, a nurse moved quietly, checking lines and machines, speaking in that careful hospital voice people use around tragedy.

“She’s lucky to be alive,” she said softly. “The SUV went off the road near the mountain curve. They said she lost control.”

Lost control.

That was what everyone kept saying.

Poor Emily.

She lost control.

But I continue reading …