Coma, Betrayal, and Broken Hearts
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ts, and a sharp, crushing impact. I was on my way to Lily' s school play. She was pla
hter. M
a dry, rasping sound
, rushed to my side. "Mr. Johnson? Mark? C
? My wife, Sarah?
ity that scared me. "They're safe, Mr. Johnson. You'
a knot of dread tig
better if the doctor
An entire decade of my life, of my family' s life, had vanished. The world I knew was gone. He handed
industry. Her face, older and sharper, stared out from magazine covers and news articles. In almost every picture, a handsome, sharp-suited man named Al
nt com
rately searching for Lily. I found nothing. No pictures, no mention
r. I had to kno
scarded clothes in a closet and walked out of the hospital, a ghost stepping back into a world that had moved on without me. A kind taxi driver, seeing my hospital go
I asked for Lily Johnson. "I'm sorry, sir," she said after checking her computer
iant, talented Lily?
than I remembered. Then I heard it, a commotion from a street corner
crowd of onloo
nd pale, her jaw set with a stubbornness I recognized as my own. She was standing behind a
re grabbing at her drawings, their laughter ugly. "Com
a ticket. "This is an unauthorized vendor stall. You nee
r voice trembling but str
at the curb. The window rolled down, and I saw a fac
ra
hen her gaze landed on Lily. There was no wa
peless," Sarah said, her vo
indow rolled up, and the car sped
reet. It struck Lily harder than any
something inside me snapped. Ten years of sleep, of helplessne
wd. I wasn't an architec
ve my knee into his gut. My body screamed in protest, weak and unused, but the fury was a fire in my veins. They were young and strong, but
ficial, who was staring
m my daughter
"You can't do this! I'm a city official! My cousin is A
in. Alex Chen. The
mention of that name. Lily' s face was white as a sheet. Her eyes, which
d onto the d
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