Two months after I signed the papers to end our marriage, I found myself standing in a sterile hospital corridor

10: Staying

We sat there in that hallway, two broken people trying to find the pieces of a life we had discarded too soon.

I knew the road ahead was steep and uncertain.

Treatments.

Tests.

Fearful phone calls.

Long nights when neither of us would know what to say.

I also knew that staying one day would not erase the day I left.

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