My Disabled Daughter Vanished 12 Years Ago. Last Week, My Dying Ex-Husband Confesses This

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.

The hospital’s doctor got on the line next. 'Richard doesn’t have much time,' she said. 'A few days, maybe less. It would be good if you could visit.' Her words hung in the air, heavy yet hollow. I sat with the receiver pressed to my ear, momentarily speechless. A few days? Her voice was gentle but firm, urging me to hurry. It was as if the universe itself demanded I see him one last time.