He hung up on me.

He hung up on his wife and his three-day-old daughter, standing in the rain outside a locked door, and went back to the laughter and the music and the waves.

For several seconds I simply stood there, pressing my daughter closer, feeling the rain run down my face and mix with the tears I had not decided to cry.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to sink down onto that doorstep and weep until someone came.