I waited until Ryan was wheeled out of surgery.
The boy who was once lively and spirited now had lips turned an unnatural bluish-purple, his breathing shallow.
Maeve, unable to face the situation, had already slipped away.
Stella collapsed onto him in tears, muttering accusations about my heartlessness.
Another reason I waited was for Andrew to sign the divorce papers.
Pain darkened Andrew's eyes as he said bitterly, "Can't you consider Ryan? He's fighting for his life while you, his mother, demand a divorce."
I retorted, "I didn't put him in that hospital bed."
Stella stormed over and grabbed Andrew's arm.
"Just sign it already, Andrew! If your father hadn't forced you, you'd never have married her. This miserable marriage had you drinking yourself into a stupor every night. You a
