My fiancée kissed my forehead and whispered, “D-i-e before Friday, Dominic. Everything becomes mine faster once you stop breathing,” because she believed I was helpless inside a coma.
PART 2 — The Injection Wasn’t What Grace Feared, but the Medication Order Proved Someone Had Been Preparing My Death on Paper Before It Happened“Grace? Open up. It’s time for Mr. Moretti’s injection.” The handle moved again. Grace stood frozen beside the bed. I looked at the clock. 11:53 p.m. Seven minutes until Friday. For…