“How do I know I’m not dead?”
“What?” His heart suddenly felt too large in his chest as he looked at his wife, at the two black eyes and the stitches in her head. The accident had been nasty, the concussion severe.
“How can I be sure I didn’t die in the accident? What if this is the afterlife? I have no way of knowing.”
He sat down on the side of the bed and took her hand in his as gently as he could, trying to pass assurances between their palms.
“You’re just going to have to trust me.”
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