The Interview
A week later, the Heart Association asked to film my story.
“A man who died and came back, only to be abandoned by his own family—it’ll touch hearts everywhere,” the journalist said.
We filmed inside my half-empty house. I told my story calmly, without anger—just truth.
“I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought if I gave enough, they’d give back. I was wrong. Don’t wait until your heart stops to learn who really loves you.”
That night, the segment aired.
I watched myself on TV, a stranger with tired eyes but peaceful shoulders.
My phone buzzed nonstop—calls from Susan, from Scott, from numbers I didn’t recognize.
Sixty-two missed calls.
I sipped my wine and let it ring.
