PART 1
“If you must choose, doctor, save Mariana first. My wife can wait.”
Those were the words that made me understand my marriage had ended long before the accident.
The crash happened on a Friday afternoon while we were driving back from lunch in Las Lomas. Alejandro was behind the wheel. Mariana, his lifelong friend, sat beside him, complaining that she felt faint. I was in the back seat, still swallowing the argument we had just had.
Then a truck stopped suddenly.
Everything happened at once.
At the hospital, Mariana and I were rushed in almost together. She had minor injuries. I was in serious condition, barely able to stay conscious.
A nurse shouted that my blood pressure was dropping and that I needed surgery immediately.