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”

No, Walter isn’t here.

Caught myself.

“Yes.”

She brought lasagna.

Ricotta.

Of course.

We ate at the same kitchen table where she had once asked for money.

Where I had refused.