She Came Home After Dying

I was supposed to propose on our five-year anniversary. I had already bought the ring—three carats,

perfect, just like her. A week before I could ask, she was rushed to

the hospital after a horrible accident. I stayed in that ICU room for days, watching machines

breathe for her, praying I wouldn’t lose the woman I loved. When I finally went

home to shower, I opened my front door… and she was standing there. No bruises.

No bandages. Just her smile. She didn’t say a word. She stepped past

me and went straight to our bedroom. Hours later, her mother called me crying.

“She didn’t make it.” I told her she was wrong. Then I turned on