I Married the Man Who Saved My Life

He drove for 30 minutes, finally pulling up to a small, old house on the edge of an unfamiliar neighborhood.

We watched as Ryan disappeared through the front door.

My stomach twisted. “What is this place?”

“I don’t know,” Marie said. “But we’re about to find out.”

I told her to help me inside.

He drove for 30 minutes, finally pulling up to a small, old house.

Marie wheeled me up to the front door.

It was unlocked. We pushed it open slowly and made our way inside.

And then we froze.

Ryan was standing beside a hospital bed in the middle of the living room.

In the bed was an elderly man. Thin. Pale. Hooked up to an oxygen tank.

Ryan’s head whipped around when he saw us.

“ANDREA? What are you..?”

“Who is he?” I demanded. “Who is this man?”