Two months after the divorce, I was sh0cked to see my ex-wife wandering aimlessly in the hospital. When I learned the truth, I completely collapsed.

“The hospital contacted me,” I said. “They told me you were asking for me.”

I stayed near the door, unsure if I had any right to move closer.

Rebecca lowered her eyes to the blanket.

“I didn’t know who else to list,” she said softly. “My parents are gone. My sister lives across the country. I guess old habits stay longer than we expect.”

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