Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would black out and wake up with unexplained pain. My husband just laughed and said, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all

the passenger seat of my brother-in-law’s SUV, parked in the underground garage of our condominium building in Southlake, Texas. PlanFamily Trips

For several seconds, I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten there.

My head felt heavy.

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My thoughts were scattered.

And the passenger seat was reclined much farther than I remembered.

Marcus, my husband’s younger brother, was nowhere in sight. Marriagecounseling services

I looked at the dashboard clock.

11:08.

I’d left my accounting office in downtown Dallas at 9:40 that evening.

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Normally, the drive home took less than thirty minutes.

Yet more than an hour of my evening had somehow disappeared.

And this wasn’t the first time.

It was the fourth.

My name is Sofia Vance.

Until a few months earlier, I believed I had a happy marriage and a