A Perfect Lie

Alexander slowly opened his eyes again. The world around him was blurry at first, the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room coming into focus as the dull ache in his body reminded him of his injuries. Pain throbbed in his ribs, his limbs felt numb, and his throat was dry as if he hadn't spoken in years. His head was heavy, but his mind immediately went to one thing—Anna.

Memories of the accident came rushing back like a cruel wave crashing against his consciousness. The impact. The screeching tires. Anna's terrified scream. The way her body twisted in pain, her hands gripping her stomach. The baby. His baby. Was she okay? Was their child okay? Panic seized his chest, and his breathing became erratic.