A Winter's Promise of Spring
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I fell into a deep sleep that winter, only to awaken in another, seven years later.
Dressed in a hospital gown and a tattered coat borrowed from a nurse, I was wandering the streets like a beggar when I saw him: my husband, giving an interview on a major financial news network.
The reporter asked, "Mr. Holub, looking back on your journey, is there anyone you're most grateful for?"
My husband smiled. "There are many people I have to thank—my parents, the friends who built this company with me. But most of all," he paused, his gaze softening, "I want to thank my wife."
"Aurora Bell."
