But nothing moved.
A nurse walked in, talking about my vitals, the IV, the miracle that I was still alive.
They kept saying the same thing:
“She lost control of the car.”
But I didn’t remember losing control.
The last thing I remembered was Ryan—my husband—sliding papers across the table.
“Just sign, Emily. It protects our assets.”
I said no.
That night, my brakes failed.
The door opened again.
Ethan quickly let go of my hand.
“You again?” Ryan said sharply. “I told you she can’t hear you.”
“I just wanted to see her.”
“Go sit with your aunt.”
Aunt Claire.
My sister.
The one who used to protect me.
Her heels clicked into the room.
“Let him stay,” she said. “The notary will be here soon.”
“The doctor already said it,” Ryan replied coldly. “I’m not wasting money on a body that won’t wake up.”
A body.
That’s what I was to them.
“My mom is coming back!” Ethan cried.
Ryan let out a quiet laugh.
“No, she’s not.”
Claire leaned closer to me, adjusting my hair like she used to.
But her voice changed.
Cold. Low.
“When she’s gone, we take the boy. Everything is already arranged.”
Ethan stepped back.
“You’re taking me?”
“Somewhere you won’t ask questions,” Ryan said.
“I want my mom!”
“She doesn’t decide anything anymore.”
“Yes, she does! She told me if something happens, I should call Ms. Parker!”
Silence.
Ms. Parker.
My lawyer.
The only person who knew I had changed my will.
Ryan locked the door.
“What lawyer?”
Claire’s voice dropped. “That kid knows too much.”
And then—
something happened.
My finger moved.
Just slightly.
Ethan saw it.
But he stayed quiet.
He leaned closer and whispered:
“Mom… don’t move. I already called for help.”
“What did you say?” Ryan snapped.
“I said I love her.”
Claire reached into her purse.
