Mary woke up in a hospital room after six months in a coma, her husband Damian by her side, overwhelmed with emotion. He told her there had been a car accident — one she couldn’t remember — and reassured her their daughter, Zoe,

was safe. At home, Mary struggled with memory loss but found comfort in everyday moments with Zoe and Damian. He was attentive, loving — almost too perfect. Still, something gnawed at her, a blank space in her mind she couldn’t fill.Then, one afternoon while cooking, the sound of shattered glass triggered a flood of memory. The accident came rushing back: Damian driving,
Shaken, Mary confronted him. Damian confessed everything — the affair, the breakup plan — but insisted the crash wasn’t intentional. He claimed the accident changed him, that he’d ended the affair and stayed by her side every day she was unconscious.Mary didn’t know what to believe. She still loved him,
but the betrayal ran deep.In the morning, after Zoe returned from a sleepover, she asked, “Are you and Daddy fighting?” Mary and Damian promised they both loved her, no matter what.“I don’t know what happens next,” Mary told Damian, “but I’m willing to take it one day at a time.”And that’s how healing began — not with certainty, but with a choice to try.