Rita emerged from the coma and began to understand the words of her husband, who had been by her side constantly but was already thinking of a life with another woman.
The white tiles on the ceiling blurred in front of her eyes as if they had been washed away by water. The light was too harsh—like a spotlight shining directly in her face. Rita tried to move, but her body didn’t respond. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, like curtains made of lead. She blinked—once, twice, … Read more