Two months after divorcing my wife, I found her sitting alone in a hospital hallway wearing a patient gown

She sat in one of the chairs, and after a moment, I sat across from her.

 

“When Sophie lost the first baby,” Linda said, “she called me from the bathroom floor. You were asleep in the bedroom. She didn’t want to wake you because you had a presentation the next morning.”

 

My chest tightened.

 

“I didn’t know that.”

 

“I know.”