. My husband, David, was in the ER. He'd been in a severe a
of peace washed over me. The very reason I'd married him - the eyes th
id. "I'm done." My marriage wasn't real; it was a cage I'd built. For five years, I'
s father' s contempt. The day before his accident, I' d threatened divorce if he
ece of Alex was gone. My reason for staying
rse his fiancée, Emily, was his only family. That