After a severe car accident, I was rushed to the hospital. My husband barged into the room, raging. “Enough with the theatrics!” he shouted

opened, I hoped it would be him.

It never was.

Finally, in the third week, Caleb appeared.

He walked into my hospital room with crossed arms and an irritated face. He didn’t ask if I was in pain. He didn’t ask if I was scared.

His first words were, “Do you have any idea how much of a burden you’ve become?”

The sentence hit me harder than the accident.

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