My fingers curled around the edge of the bed like I could claw my way back into reality. Machines beeped, voices blurred—but then I heard it: a child’s whisper. "Daddy?" I turned my head, muscles screaming, and saw Tony standing there, eyes wide, bruise faint beneath his sleeve.\n\nA woman walked in—Lexi—but she wore my wedding ring like a trophy. Behind her, Johnny smirked, hand resting on Tony’s shoulder like he had the right. \"He’s confused, sweetheart,\" she said. \"That’s just the other patient.\"\n\nThey thought I didn’t remember. They thought I wouldn’t fight. But I remembered the headlights swerving toward us. And now I know—they weren’t ours.