As I open my eyes, my vision obscured, I look around, trying to remneber something, anything. My head aches my arms and legs bruised. What happened here?

I looked over to the drivers seat, and that’s when I saw her. Kelly, laying their unconscious, her face scratched and glass covering her body. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I felt frozen in time. I drifted in and out of consciousness before it all went dark. I pictured my life with Kelly, our children, our marriage, all the awkward moments, the joyful moments, the hard moments, the moments where love wasn’t enough. Then I awoke, in a hospital bed, and the first thing I said was, “Where’s Kelly.” The news hit me hard, it couldn’t be, she was right there. I knew she was real. But the doctors said nobody by the name Kelly McClarrin ever existed. I was driving that car, I was alone, I don’t have kids, I’m not married. It was all a dream…