Trapped in Silence My SOS in Morse Code

When I came back to myself, my husband was pinning another woman down and kissing her like a man gone wild.

The nasal cannula pressed against my nose. I couldn't make a sound.

Their thick, ragged breathing poured into my ears.

"Easy," Raymond Delgado murmured. "Don't press on Genie's leg. I spent two hours massaging it for her today."

The woman didn't care. "She's a living corpse. You really think she's going to wake up?"

Four years ago there was a terrible car crash, and I became a vegetable.

If Raymond hadn't thrown himself over me, I'd have died on the spot.