I wish I had wished harder. If I did, I probably wouldn't be tied to this bed with death playing hide-and-seek with me. One second was all it took to turn my life away from a dream come true and anchor it to a sinking ship. With a baby growing in my stomach, a husband begging for my awakening, and a dying brain, I'm making one last walk down memory lane. This is my last chance to revisit the rich white girl and the Haitian-American boy whose love conquered all. This is the story that happened before I fell asleep.