My lead doctor at the Duvara Federation called my recovery a straight-up miracle.
But I knew better. This wasn't some lucky twist of fate for me.
I hadn't been totally numb these past six months.
I knew Fernando had come to see me again and again, rambling about anything and everything every single visit.
He had a short fuse. Half the time, he'd work himself right into a bad mood mid-sentence. "If you don't wake up soon, I'm outta here. You're the one who chose to do this, anyway."
Then a second later, he'd snap at himself. "Fernando, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't say that stuff. You'll scare her."
He'd read me fan messages out loud, then say, "See? So many people love you. Why throw it all away over some garbage guy?
"You're Abigail Morrow. Remember what a 20-year-old you
