He Found His Ex-Wife Alone At The Hospital And Froze

I am thirty-four years old.

Back then, I was an ordinary office worker who believed ordinary exhaustion could justify ordinary cowardice.

I worked too many hours.

I paid bills late, but I paid them.

I knew which grocery store discounted rotisserie chickens after 8 p.m.

I knew exactly how long I could avoid a difficult conversation before it turned into a wall.

Emily and I had been married for five years.

People used to describe us as steady.

That was the word everyone liked.

Steady.