He Left the Day Our Son Was Born — 25 Years Later, We Met Again

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People were coming in and out of the room. Nurses, doctors, voices overlapping. Someone was asking me questions. Someone else was adjusting something by the bed.

It was chaos, but the kind of chaos that feels purposeful.

I assumed he had stepped out.

Maybe to call someone. Maybe to get air.

But minutes turned into an hour. And then another.

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