A beautiful man appeared in front of me. I swear I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. His face was sharp and bright, and for a moment it looked like there was a soft halo resting above his head.
An angel. He had to be an angel.
If I was seeing an angel, then I must have died. I really died. And if I died… did that mean my baby died too?
No. No, my parents must have sent an angel to save me. They must have saved me again, just like they did the last time.
I gasped for air, my chest trembling. My eyes blinked open, adjusting slowly. For a moment I stared into nothing, the world a blur of white and shadows. Then the sounds came — the soft beeping of machines, the hum of something electrical. Familiar sounds. I had been hearing them more and more these days.
"You're awake," a deep voice said.
My eyes followed the sound toward a large figure sitting beside my bed. At first all I saw was a dark silhouette — broad shoulders, a straight back — something intimidating.
