I was released the next morning. One day dead, two alive, my insurance company was ready to give me the boot. I couldn’t blame them. The tiny room and uncomfortable bed cost more per night than Patrick and I would have spent on one for our honeymoon, had it not occurred on a boat in heaven. I hated leaving him behind, but I knew I could visit him, and I’d be back there the next day to continue physical therapy for my leg. I was all packed, waiting for Rip and Shelby to come pick me up, when Steve, the EMT stopped in.
“Hey, Blue Eyes, remember me?”
“I do. How you doing?” I wheeled over to shake his hand.
“Doing well. Glad to see you and Patrick are coming along, too.”
“They call him a miracle,” I said.
“I believe in those.” Steve sat on the corner of my bed. Though officially, it wasn’
