A Family Torn Between Grief and Decision
The steady hum of machines filled the hospital room — the soft rhythm of life holding on. Tubes and wires ran from the frail body of Anna Reynolds, my thirty-four-year-old ex-daughter-in-law, who lay pale and motionless under crisp white sheets.
Everyone said it was a terrible accident — a tragic highway crash caused by slick roads and bad timing. But something about it never felt right.
