Elizabeth Ben-David believed in the power of prayer. From the moment her husband, Nic, had woken from a coma and through an extended stay in intensive care at Martha?s Vineyard Hospital, he hadn?t had any recollection of their lives together. All of the memories that they had made together were lost to him.
Elizabeth did not know how it could be that she was a stranger to the man she loved so fiercely. Not only was he the father to their young daughter, but he was also Elizabeth?s best friend. There was so much to say, and so much that couldn?t be put into words. Love was like that, it could only be felt.
Nic reached out for her hand. His movements were slow, his touch gentle, as he wrapped her hand with his. His gaze was full of emotion and tenderness. ?Help me remember, Liz.?
