Carrington
After every appointment, I made my way back home to Oakleigh, eager to share any progress made in my treatment. Despite the doctors' grim prognosis that she may never regain consciousness, I refused to let go of hope. I speak to her daily, hoping that my words would somehow penetrate her unconscious mind and bring her back to me.
As time passed, her condition remained unchanged. I sat by her bedside, holding her hand and praying for a miracle. Although I had never been particularly religious, I found myself turning to God in this time of desperation, seeking a glimmer of hope that Oakleigh might recover.
Although her condition remained unchanged, I remained optimistic that one day she would awaken. The hope that had sustained me since the accident refused to fade. I had been
