Diego’s face turned red with anger.

“You can’t do this to us!”

I looked at him steadily.

“You already did it.”

The room fell silent.

For the first time since waking from my coma, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Peace.

Because I understood a painful but necessary truth:

Sometimes surviving death isn’t the greatest miracle.

The real miracle is waking up in time… to see who is truly standing by your side.