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.

failed.

The hospital door opened.

Ethan quickly let go of my hand.

“You again?” Ryan snapped. “I told you she can’t hear you.”

“I just wanted to see her,” Ethan said, his voice small.

“Go sit with your Aunt Claire.”

Claire.

My sister.

The woman who used to braid my hair when we were little. The woman who had sobbed in the waiting room and told everyone she continue reading …