Inside the deep darkness of her coma, Roxanne was not resting peacefully. Her mind was trapped in a terrifying, vivid nightmare that felt completely real.

She found herself standing in a beautiful green field under a strange, blood-red sky.

A little boy, about two years old, with thick dark hair and bright green eyes, was running ahead of her. He was wearing a small white shirt and tiny pants, laughing happily as his tiny feet sprinted across the grass.

Roxanne knew instantly, deep in her soul, that this little boy was her son.

"Wait! Sweetheart, please slow down!" Roxanne called out, running after him. Her legs felt heavy, like she...