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.”
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryThis is book three of a series
Elizabeth Ben-David slowed the black Range Rover and turned into the driveway of their home, a former bed and breakfast in the heart of picturesque Edgartown, Massachusetts. A town and house they had fallen in love with together. As she eased her foot onto the brake pedal, she turned her attention to her husband, Nic, seated in the front passenger seat. Since his near fatal head injury and coma, she was a stranger to him. She wished she could control the rapid beat of her heart as she watched him study the historic Georgian house in front of them.
Dear God, please let him remember our home. She knew it was a lot to ask, but she believed in the power of prayer. From the moment he had woken from a coma and through an extended stay in intensive care at Martha’s Vineyard Hospital, Nic hadn’t had any recollection of their lives together. All of the memories that they had made together were lost to him.
She 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. She had hoped that the sight of their home would spark something for him, but no recognition flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at her. “Who lives here?”
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Italian
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Portuguese
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Translated by Angela Cadenas
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