By Don Tassone

Maggie opened her eyes, just as her doctor came into her room.

“Good morning, Ms. Riegert,” he said.

She looked up into his face.  Everything was blurry.

“Where am I?” she said, slurring her words.

“You’re in Jewish Hospital.”

“Why?”

“You’ve had a stroke.”

She gasped.

“Am I … okay?”

“The left side of your body is paralyzed, and your brain has been affected.  We don’t know how much function you might regain.  Only time will tell.”

Maggie’s eyes welled with tears.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I wish I had better news.”

“How long … will I … be here?”

“Until you’re stable and arrangements have been made for your longer-term care.”

A nurse dabbed the tears now rolling down Maggie’s face.

“Do you have any other questions?” the doctor said.

“No,” said Maggie.

When her doctor and nurse had gone, Maggie closed her eyes and reflected on her situation.  It had been 20 years since Evan had left her.  For 20 years, she had atoned for her great sin.  She’d done penance to the point of nearly destroying herself.

Enough, she thought.  I’ve punished myself long enough.  It’s time to forgive.

Then Maggie opened her eyes, and the room came into focus.

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Don Tassone is the author of two novels and nine short story collections.  He lives in Loveland, Ohio.