The days that followed were a slow and quiet process of healing. For the first time since my marriage, our world narrowed down to just the two of us. We were confined to the hospital room, a small, sterile bubble where the past couldn't intrude. The outside world with its expectations and its betrayals was a distant memory.I spent my days with him, reading to him from the books I had brought. We talked about everything and nothing. The conversations were simple, yet they held more truth than any we had ever shared. He told me about the accident. A reckless driver, a slick road. He wasn't at fault, but he was bruised and broken all the same. He spoke of the fear he felt, not of dying, but of losing me for good."I was so close to having everything I ever wanted," he admitted one afternoon, his voice still weak. "And I thought I had thrown it all away."I held his hand, my thumb tracing the knuckles. "We both almost did."He looked at me, his eyes earnest and sincere. "I know I can't e
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