While her husband lies unconscious after a serious fall, Renee discovers a never-sent love letter revealing a secret affair that had apparently already ended months before his accident.
My name is Renee. My husband Carl and I have been married fourteen years and live in Akron, Ohio.
I’d been at the hospital for six straight days by the time I finally went home to grab a change of clothes. Carl was still unconscious in the ICU after a fall in the bathroom that had left him with a head injury severe enough that the doctors were using words like “uncertain timeline” and “wait and see” instead of anything resembling a real prognosis.
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