My Son Fell into a Coma After a Walk with His Dad – In His Hand Was a Note: ‘Open My Closet for the Answers, but Don’t Tell Dad’

“I’m sorry, Olivia. For all of it.”

“There’s reason to hope.”

I looked up, exhausted and honest. “We were both scared. But Andrew comes first.”

He nodded and left without another word.

I curled up in the chair beside my son, my hand on his arm. My son was still fighting, and so was I.

If — no, when Andrew wakes, he’ll know I chose him. Someone tried to teach him his fear was a nuisance. I won’t let that lesson stick.

My son was still fighting.