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

Later, when she was stronger, we told her everything.

Me, her dad Jason, her therapist Dr. Alvarez, and Mike.

Hannah listened quietly. Then she turned to Mike.

“You were drunk.”

“Yes,” he said. “I was.”

“You hit my car,” she said.

“I don’t forgive you.”

“I did,” he said.

“You come here every day?” she asked.

“As much as I can,” he said. “If you don’t want that, I’ll stop.”

She stared at him for a long time.