Part Ways, Each in Peace

Summary

My father was suddenly rushed to the ICU.

Before they took him in, he clutched my hand, his voice weak, and made me promise I would make things work with Ralph.

I smiled and promised I would, just to set his mind at ease.

I waited alone outside the ICU, calling Ralph again and again.

Finally, around dawn, someone picked up.

It was Karina.

“Ralph’s busy,” she said, her tone clipped. “He left his phone with me. If you have a message, you can just tell me.”

I was silent for a moment. “It’s nothing important,” I finally replied. “Just a divorce.”

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