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George
Bridgett sat beside the bed and stared at her husband, waiting for him to awake from a nap. He had come out of his coma and had been disconnected from all machines. She couldn’t help but breakdown when he woke. “Oh, God, George, I was so scared. I thought I lost you. All the horror of the past came tumbling down like an avalanche I couldn’t stop. It was Steve and me, 2011, all over again.”
He petted her head that lay on his chest. “It’s more than anyone should have to bear.” Looking up he saw his son, Donald, standing beside his mother, a wide grin on his face. A single tear of happiness ran down his cheek. George smiled, reached for his son’s hand, and kissed him on the cheek. Noticing Alice behind them, he winked and waved at her. “Thanks for coming, Alice,” he said.
“I’ve
