I Woke After 11 Days and Found My 9-Year-Old Grandson Asleep Beside My Hospital Bed—Then He Whispered, “Pretend You’re Still in a Coma”

We will never know.

We stopped litigating alternate histories.

The piano became Lisa’s own thing.

Not mine.

She continued lessons after the recital.

Eventually played in small community performances.

I attended some.

Missed others.