“Mom… Dad is waiting for you to di:e. Please don’t wake up.”
That was the first thing I heard after twelve days trapped in a suffocating darkness—like being buried alive.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t speak.
Even breathing felt like shards of glass splitting my head apart.
But I recognized that voice instantly.
“Ethan…”
My nine-year-old son stood beside my hospital bed, crying quietly, holding my hand the same way he used to when he was afraid of fireworks.
“Mom… if you can hear me, squeeze my hand. Please.”
I tried.
I truly tried.
But my body wouldn’t respond.
A nurse entered, talking about IV fluids, blood pressure, and how it was a miracle I was still alive. She mentioned my SUV had gone off the road near a mountain curve.
Everyone kept repeating the same thing:
“Poor Emily… she lost control.”
But I didn’t remember losing control.
The last thing I remembered was Ryan—my husband—sitting at the kitchen table, sliding papers toward me.
“Just sign, Em. It’s to protect our assets.”
I refused.
That same night, my brakes failed.
The door opened again.
Ethan quickly let go of my hand.
“You again?” Ryan snapped. “I told you she can’t hear you.”
“I just wanted to see her.”
“Go sit with your Aunt Claire.”
Claire.
My sister.
The one who braided my hair when we were little. The one who cried in the hospital, saying she’d give her life for me.
Her heels clicked into the room.
“Let him say goodbye,” she said. “The notary will be here soon.”
“The doctor’s already said it,” Ryan replied coldly. “I’m not paying to keep an empty body alive.”
An empty body.
Rage surged through me.
“My mom is coming back!” Ethan cried.
Ryan laughed honte softly. “No, she’s not.”
Claire leaned close to me, adjusting my hair.
“Even unconscious, she loves playing the victim,” she whispered.
Then her voice dropped even lower.
“When she dies, we take the boy out of the country. Everything’s 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 anything happened, I should call Ms. Parker!”
Silence.
