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.
Another day when he would finally become the attentive father Chloe needed.
Until Chloe ran out of days.
Brendan pushed the velvet box across the table toward me.
“Please keep it with her urn.”
I slid the box back across the smooth wood.
“No.