Not Noah. Not my husband. But there he is, unconscious in the hospital bed. Our daughter sobs into my shoulder. We love him so much. What if he never wakes up? And who is the little girl beside him, gazing up at us with big, tear-filled brown eyes? Eyes that look just like my husband's... Our family of three is perfect. Just me, Noah and our teenage daughter Maya. The day the police knock at our door, telling us...