My Husband Was In A Coma For Six Years—Then I Noticed Something Was Changing

nothing to say that wouldn’t make it worse, and Mark—whatever else he was—had always been smart enough to know when silence served him better than words. He’d built an entire second life on that principle.

They helped him out of bed. He stood on his own—the limp visible now, a concession to the injuries that had been real even if the coma hadn’t—and continue reading …