My Betrayed Heart, My Stolen Life

The first thing I heard wasn't a doctor's voice but a detached system humming in my head: "Welcome back, Liam Miller."

I woke from a six-month coma, only to find my home infested.

My wife Sarah, pale and distant, offered no embrace, just a flat, "You're back."

My children, Emily and Josh, stared at me like a stranger, then scurried behind another man.

He was in my clothes, in my spot at my table, with his arm around my wife-Mark Harrison, a disturbing mirror image of me, radiating triumph.

My son, Josh, clutched Mark's leg and mumbled, "You' re not our daddy. Mark is our daddy."