I married Adrian to save my daughter’s life, even though I knew people would judge me for it. But on our wedding night, he gave me an envelope with Lisa’s name on it, and what I found inside changed everything I thought I knew about his family, my daughter, and the accident.
I married the twenty-year-old millionaire I cared for because my daughter was running out of time, and I had run out of everything else. But on our wedding night, he handed me a crimson envelope with Lisa’s name on it and said, “This was why I really needed you.”
I told myself I wasn’t a terrible mother for saying yes. I told myself there were worse things than being judged by strangers. There were hospital bills. There were doctors with careful voices. There was my daughter, Lisa, lying still in a bed while time ran out.
But on our wedding night, Adrian handed me a crimson envelope with Lisa’s name written across the front.
“Open it,” he said.
I stared at him.
My comatose daughter’s name was in my new husband’s pocket.
“Adrian,” I said, “why is my daughter’s name on that?”
His fingers tightened around the envelope. “Because there is no way back now, Kirsten. There is no way out of this.”
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That morning, I had been sitting beside Lisa’s hospital bed, brushing her dark hair over one shoulder. Even in a coma, she was still my girl, the one who hated tangles in her hair. Still nineteen. Still mine.
Dr. Evans stood in the doorway with a folder pressed against his chest.
“Kirsten,” he said, “we need to talk about the neuro-rehab program.”
“I paid what I could yesterday, Dr. Evans. I can bring more on Monday.”
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