Two months after my divorce, I found my ex-wife sitting alone in a hospital corridor… and the moment I recognized her, something inside me broke.

what she meant.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Every day.”

She looked down.

“So do I.”

For a long time neither of us spoke.

Then she smiled through her tears.

And for the first time in months, hope entered the room.

The following year became a long battle.

There were setbacks.

Scares.

Hospital admissions.

Countless sleepless nights.

But there were victories too.

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