bed, holding her hand, talking to her, praying she would wake up. I read her favorite books a

last thing of value I owned, to pay for a

ght hurt her fragile, comatose body. I bathed her, fed her through a tube, and

said we'd face it together. When the accident happened, I swore I'd do anything to save you and

very act of love, every sacrifice, was j

g again. "Were you ever in a coma, Sarah? Just t

e me. They looked as fake as everything else. She opened her mouth, but no sou

re to say? 'Sorry, Mark, for letting you ruin your life for a lie?' 'Sorry

test job cleaning construction sites. Then I looked at he

"This is what I became for you. A janitor. A server

ried, the tears now streaming do

unded hollow, meaningless. "What ar

t, in this hallway, surrounded by the debris of their shared life. The person standing here now was a stranger, looking at a woman he thought he knew,