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.

Inside rested a delicate gold chain with a tiny diamond star hanging from it.

“I bought it when Chloe was born,” Brendan said quietly.

I stared at the sparkling necklace.

“Why are you showing me this now?”

“I was going to give it to her when she reached a hundred days old,” he confessed.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.