was a sharp, twisting cramp, so intense it stole my breath. I excused myse
ing" was met with dismissal. Ethan, playing dad to Olivia's son Liam, brushed me off, accusing me of being "dramatic" and "pathetic" for try
lt. I lay there, a hollowed-out shell, the pain too deep for tears. When the nurse presented the cremation authorization, I d
eye, "can you include a gift card? Just wr
about how Olivia "really needed him" and how he' d brought me soup. He still didn't get it. He was standing in the
ursery, packing away every tiny reminder of a future that would never be. Then, I called my lawyer. I was filing for divorce, and