Three days before our dream Maldives anniversary trip, I had a stroke. While I lay in the hospital, unable to move, my husband called — from the airport. “Postponing costs too much,” he said. Then he hung up. That call changed everything and triggered a plan he never saw coming.
It happened three days before our anniversary trip to the Maldives. One minute I was chopping bell peppers for dinner, the next I was on the floor.
A woman chopping bell peppers | Source: Pexels
The knife clattered beside me, and a strange numbness crawled up the left side of my body. My mouth wouldn’t form words. My thoughts felt trapped behind fogged glass.
Jeff was there moments later; his face a blur above mine, his voice sharp but distant, like it was coming through water.
Was he shouting my name? Calling 911? I wanted to ask him not to leave me, but the words stayed locked inside.
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