A Biker Visited My Comatose Daughter Every Day for Six Months – Then I Found Out His Biggest Secret

I’m Sarah, 42, American. My daughter Hannah is 17.

Six months ago, a drunk driver ran a red light and hit her driver’s side.

She was coming home from her part-time job at the bookstore.

And every day at exactly 3:00 p.m., the same thing happens.

Five minutes from our house.

Now she’s in room 223, in a coma, hooked up to more machines than I knew existed.

I basically live there.