I Married the Man Who Saved My Life

“Five years ago, my uncle Cody was driving home from the cemetery. He’d just buried his wife. He was devastated. And he made a terrible mistake. He drank. He got behind the wheel. And he hit you.”

I felt tears streaming down my face.

“He called me immediately after it happened,” Ryan continued.

“He was terrified. He didn’t know what to do. So I drove to the scene as fast as I could. When I got there, you were unconscious. I called an ambulance. I stayed with you.”

“He made a terrible mistake.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Why did you let me believe you were just some stranger who happened to be passing by?”

Ryan’s eyes filled with tears.

“Because I was scared. Scared that if you knew it was my uncle who hit you, you’d hate us both. Scared that you’d leave me.”

I looked at the man in the bed.

Cody was crying. His hands trembled.