“‘Mom… Don’t Open Your Eyes’—I Woke From a Coma and Discovered My Husband Was Waiting for Me to Die”

“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.

“The notary is downstairs.”

Ryan grabbed my hand tightly.

“You’re signing those papers, Emily. Whether you’re alive or not.”

But I wasn’t dying anymore.

I was waiting.

Five minutes later, there was a knock.