My wife, Keira Walker, sliced off a piece of apple and held it up to my lips. She said softly, "Have some fruit first. I'll get your meds in a minute."I opened my mouth and bit down.Sweet juice burst in my mouth, but my stomach instantly churned with nausea.As Keira focused on peeling the fruit, I stared at her side profile and those eyes, which were always overflowing with deep affection.How gentle.Who would ever guess that beneath such a refined, elegant exterior hid a thought that wanted me dead?The day of the crash, my friend, Gabriel Pearce, had suggested taking a drive up to the mountain roads in the suburbs to clear our heads.Keira, a total workaholic, had taken a rare day off to drive us.On the way down, the car kept picking up speed. Panic set in, and I yelled at her to slow down, but she slammed her foot on the pedal, screaming that the brakes had failed.The car smashed through the guardrail, tumbling down the steep slope.I spent two full weeks in the ICU
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