I spent two weeks in the hospital, and my husband never came to see me — but when I finally returned home and opened the front door, I stood frozen in disbelief.

drink, picked up a book and read the same paragraph four times.

Then my phone lit up. Madison’s name.

I almost couldn’t answer.

“Hello?”

“Miss Walker? It’s Madison, Nathan’s date.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s totally fine. He’s on the dance floor right now. I stepped outside because I wanted to call you.”

“You wanted to call me?”

“I figured a mom might be anxious continue reading …