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

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “But I’m saying yes anyway.”

The next day at three, he came back.

He hovered in the doorway.

“Is it okay?” he asked.

I nodded once.

Days turned into weeks.

He sat down.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said to Hannah. “It’s Mike. Got chapter seven for you.”

He started reading.

Her heart rate, which had been a little jumpy, steadied out on the monitor.

I pretended I didn’t notice.

Days turned into weeks.

Hannah’s fingers tightened around mine.

He came at three. Stayed till four. Left.

We barely spoke.

Then, one Tuesday, he was halfway through a chapter.

“…and the dragon said—”

Hannah’s fingers tightened around mine.

Not a twitch. A squeeze.