It started small. Just a twitch. One foot, then a leg. Then her eyes snapped open and her back arched as she drew a long, deep breath. He smiled. He had done it! “Theresa?”

She sat up, looking disoriented, frightened. She tried to speak, but could only open and closed her mouth, like a fish pulled from the water and thrown on the dock. Finally, she was able to say, “Where?”

“The…” He hesitated. “The morgue. You’re in the morgue.” He wrapped a sheet around her as she tried speaking again. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

He rummaged through the bag he brought and pulled out a bottle of water. “Drink it slowly,” he said, handing it to her. “They said this would happen.”

A few minutes later, her thirst quenched, she asked him what happened. “You… You died. Two days ago.”

“What?” she whispered.

“We were in an accident. Your airbag didn’t…” His voice caught. “And you… You were…” He started to breakdown.

She put her arms around him as he sobbed. “Shhh… It’s okay.”

“No,” he cried. “It’s not. I killed you.”

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