I had just been discharged from the hospital after giving birth when my husband told me to find my own way home.

Daniel took his passport from his coat pocket and stepped back.

“Call me when you get home,” he said. “And don’t blow up my phone while I’m away. I need peace.” CommunicationsEquipment

Marlene tilted her head. “A good wife knows when to be grateful.”

Ava raised her phone and snapped a picture of the airport luggage. “Hawaii, finally.”

Then the Maybach pulled away.

I stood outside the hospital with my daughter in my arms and watched my husband drive to the airport with his mother and sister, leaving me behind like a problem he had already solved.

A nurse came running out a few seconds later.

“Ma’am, are you okay? Do you need someone to call your family?”

I almost laughed.

Family.