Alexander's POV
The last therapy session of the day for Alexis came to an end, and I was impressed with his progress. He still couldn't walk, but he was making every effort to regain strength in his legs. He spoke very little, only able to say the names he remembered, and it left me feeling devastated because he wouldn't stop mentioning my ex-wife's name, making my mother and sister even more irritated.
The only thing I could think of in response to this was that her name had stayed in his subconscious from the many times I mentioned it to him while he was still in a coma, or perhaps he was mentioning another woman with the same name, which would make more sense since Alexis never got to meet Sarah.
My phone rang in my pocket, and I moved away from the nurses who were assisting my broth
