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 was,” I said.
“Not for myself, but for Chloe.”
Brendan lowered his head into his hands.
“I should have gone to the hospital.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“You should have.”
