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I left the hospital and headed for my ex, Hanna’s house. She had heard about Cole and didn’t think she could handle seeing him in the hospital. She asked if I would come out to the house and bring her up-to-date. Hanna divorced me after our son, Kevin, jumped off the bridge and killed himself. We had a good marriage, but not as good as I believed. The divorce should never have happened. But when Kevin broke the surface of the water, he also shattered the aura of respect that Hanna saw around me.
She looked up to me and thought I was the greatest psychiatrist since Freud, but when I couldn’t save my own son and didn’t even sense the depth of his depression, the illusion crumbled. Sooner or later that illusion had to fade because I wasn’t infallible. I was a flawed human being like every
