His Wife Woke Up from the Coma. I’m His Wife Too

POV: Rory The courtroom is smaller than I expected. Less dramatic. Just a judge, two lawyers, and three people whose […]

POV: Rory Three days later, I’m still at Priya’s when my lawyer calls. Her name is Rebecca Chen. She’s sharp,

POV: Rory I’m at Priya’s apartment when Dominic calls. “Can we talk?” “We’ve done nothing but talk.” “In person. Please.

POV: Celeste They’re gone. Dominic and that woman—Aurora, Rory, whatever—are gone. And I’m alone in this hospital room screaming until

POV: Rory St. Mary’s Hospital smells like disinfectant and despair. I follow Dominic through the hallways. My heart is racing.

POV: Rory I don’t sleep. By seven AM, I’m sitting at Priya’s kitchen table drinking my third cup of coffee.

POV: Rory Dominic doesn’t come home until three AM. I’m still awake. Sitting on the couch. Staring at that obituary

POV: Celeste I’m dancing. The studio is full of light. Music pours through the speakers—something classical, sweeping, beautiful. My body

POV: Dominic Five years ago. I’m driving home from work when it happens. The call. “Mr. Ashford?” A woman’s voice.

POV: Rory I wake up to my husband’s hand on my waist. Dominic is already awake, watching me with those