There are a hundred ways I imagined this conversation going.
I saw my wife crying, losing her ability to breathe. I saw her looking at me like I was her enemy and I saw her leaving me in every single one of scenario. In my head, this conversation always ends with her trying to leave and me locking her up in our home to stop her.
I never imagined this.
Me in a room with the two most important people in the world to me. Me with my wife in a bed that she thinks is warm, but is actually piping hot. Holding her while she looks at me like she's seeing me for the first time.
Like she's seeing herself for the first time.
. . . I'm terrified. . . I am f*****g scared. . .
"Why didn't you let them kill me?" Mom said Charlie said that in the ambulance. "I never wanted to live. Why didn't you let
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