He Said He Was on His Way—But the Truth Nearly Cost Me My Life
I never imagined one day I’d be lying in bed, feverish and unable to move, wondering if I’d make it through the night. My body felt like it belonged to someone else—aching, weak, unresponsive. Beside me on the floor, my one-year-old daughter, Lily, clutched her stuffed bunny, her big eyes occasionally darting to me, unaware that I was barely hanging on.
I reached for my phone with trembling hands and called my husband, Ryan. He answered casually, as if it were just another day at work.
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