They said I died in a plane crash. But I didn’t. I woke up in the mountains, broken and alone, after a kind stranger, Clara, found me. She nursed me back to health, and five months later, I made it home. But when I opened the door, another woman stood there… in my place.

I met Greg when I was 29, and we were both ready for a family. We married quickly, and soon after, our daughter Maggie was born. But after maternity leave, I returned to work. When I left for a business trip, I kissed Maggie goodbye, never imagining it would be the last time I’d see her.The flight crashed. I woke to pain, in a jungle, miles from the wreckage. Clara found me, and though I couldn’t walk, she helped me recover. Every day I pushed forward, holding on to the memory of Maggie and Greg.