Surgically Removing My Love For You

Summary

I took a speeding, out-of-control truck to the skull to keep my wife and daughter from being crushed.

When I finally woke up, the doctors told Rachel that my cognitive function was permanently capped at the level of a five-year-old.

At my bedside, Rachel wept, clutching my hand and swearing to the heavens that she would spend the rest of her life protecting me. Our daughter, Lucy, held my pinky in her tiny palm, her voice high and sweet: "Don’t worry, Daddy. Lucy will keep you safe now."

For the first two years, they actually did.

Then, in the third year, Brandon arrived.