he pavement. I pushed through the chaos, my work bag pressed tight against my side. I wasn' t a c

ng out of his leg. People were running past him, too scared or too busy to help. He looked up, his face tight wi

im without

e," I said, my voice

s teeth. "I

ough animals to know a bad bleed when I saw one. I tore a strip from my own shirt and tie

you out of the

tumbled through the screaming crowds and into a quiet alley, away from the worst of the violence. I stayed

he said, his voice roug

ara

. A chaotic rescue in

nd a charming smile on his face. He was a national hero, and I was just a woman who talked to animals. It felt like a dream. He s

e Civilian Who Saved Him." It felt perfect, almost too perfect. We moved into his penthouse apartment, a glass palace o

tarted to

ld find a cause. My world shrank to the four walls of our beautiful apartment. Alex was the perfect husband. He canceled his public appe

ter, Sarah," he would whisper, str

him. I love

his face etched with desperation. He told me about a new experimental procedure, a controversial one. It inv

ing. "But it' s the only shot we have. I' ll f

t I was dying. I tr

I woke up, the pain was immense, but I could breathe deeply for the first time in months. My back fe

e choked out. "

body, but I was so touched by his sacrific

tly, trying not to wake him. As I passed his office, I heard voices. He wasn't asleep. He was on

It wasn' t the warm, loving tone he used with me. It was cold, clin

s?" a woman' s voice

chilling sound that made t

," he said. "She' s horrified, of course. But

wall, my legs suddenly weak for a reaso

s me who made her sick in the

ft to tell. Her family had that unfortunate 'acci

uel, triumphant expression I had never seen before. The man I loved, the hero I had saved, the hu