Lily had cancer.
I reached for Chris’s hand.
He immediately pulled it away.
The next morning, his suitcase was standing by the front door.
“Are you really leaving?”
Chris wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.
“I can’t live in hospitals every day. I can’t watch her suffer.”
The children were standing at the top of the stairs.
Lily silently held her brother’s hand.
Ben asked only one thing.
“Daddy, when are you coming back?”
Chris didn’t answer.
He left.
And he never called again.
