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 die so they could take everything.

again.

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.”

“Go sit with your Aunt Claire.”

Claire.

My sister.

The one who braided my hair when we were little. The one who cried in the hospital, saying she’d give her life for me.

Her heels clicked into the room.

“Let him say goodbye,” she said.continue reading …