I married the man who saved my life. Five years ago, a drunk driver hit me on a dark stretch of road. I don’t remember the impact itself—only fragments. Screeching tires. The taste of blood. The feeling of slipping away. What I do remember clearly is a stranger’s voice, steady and close, telling me to stay awake while he held my hand and waited for the ambulance. That man was Ryan. The doctors later told me I wouldn’t have survived without him. I woke up in the hospital to a body I barely recognized and a future I couldn’t imagine....
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