Two months after our divorce, I found my ex-wife alone in a hospital corridor—and the moment I recognized her, everything I thought I felt began to shatter

divorced.”

“I know.”

“You made sure of that.”

The sentence did not come out sharp.

That made it hurt more.

I deserved sharpness.

I deserved rage.

I deserved a door slammed against my face.

Instead, Emily sounded like someone stating a truth she had already learned to live with.

I stared down at my hands.

“I thought leaving would stop hurting us,” I said.

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