I left the hospital carrying my daughter’s ashes when my husband finally called from wherever he was with his mistress and coldly said, “The bill has been taken care of. Stop bothering me.” I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t allow him to hear my voice break.
I swear to you I approved them.”
“I know you did,” I said.
“The hospital never received them?” he asked softly.
“No,” I answered.
“They never saw a dime.”
For several seconds, there was absolute silence on the phone.
