At the Hospital, a Nurse Told Me My Husband’s Wife and Son Were Already With Him—Then I Heard the Recording From His Crash
No litigation.
No emergency calls.
No billion-dollar egos.
One rainy evening, I sat at home listening to traffic outside.
Rain against glass.
For a second, the sound took me back to the crash recording.
Paige asking about the condo.
Alistair saying: