I left with more questions than answers. The driver who hit me had never been identified, and for one awful moment I wondered whether Hannah had somehow been involved. The following morning, someone knocked on my apartment door. Hannah stood outside, her eyes swollen from crying. I invited her in. Before I could finish apologizing for hiding my disability, she took my hand and whispered, “Matt, the night you were hit by that car, I was there.”
My heart pounded. “Were you driving?” I asked. She shook her head quickly. “No. I was your nurse. But something happened in that hospital room that you deserve to know.” She looked down at my hand, struggling to speak. Then she took a breath and said, “Your girlfriend found the engagement ring.” I had no idea what that discovery meant.
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