Three days later, my daughter finally woke up.
I hugged her tightly, holding back my tears.
Her throat was dry as she asked quietly, "Mommy, is Daddy going to abandon us? I saw him kissing Auntie."
My heart sank, and tears sprang to my eyes.
Rather than hide it from her and let her get hurt even more in the future, I might as well tell her the truth now.
I said, "Ruby, I'm going to divorce Daddy. Will you be sad?"
She shook her head gently, then reached out her small hand to pat my back. "If Mommy isn't sad, then I'm not either."
Just then, Rowan called.
Without a second thought, I hung up and blocked his number.
For the three days she was in a coma, he called every day.
One time, I softened, thinking he'd realized his mistake, and answered his call.
He sounded nonchalant as he
