For twelve years, I lived with questions no mother should have to ask. My daughter, born with a disability that made walking impossible, vanished without a trace one afternoon. The open front door. My ex-husband, oddly relaxed in the garden. Nothing about that day ever made sense. The police found nothing. I blamed myself, until last week, when my dying ex looked me in the eyes and finally told me what really happened… What he revealed shattered everything I thought I knew.
Last Thursday, I was washing dishes when the phone rang. I dried my hands and answered quickly, expecting a telemarketer. To my surprise, it was a nurse. 'Your ex-husband, Richard, is in the hospital,' she said. My heart skipped a beat. Why was she calling me? 'He’s not doing well, and I thought you should know,' she continued. It felt strange to get such news, considering we hadn’t spoken in years.