The Night My Marriage Ended​

Summary

The knock came at 3 AM. A frantic, desperate sound that sliced through the dead of night. It was Liam, the widower next door. He said his kid was burning up and asked if we had any fever medicine.

My wife, Jennifer, a doctor whose shifts blurred day into night, had just fallen asleep after a marathon day at the hospital. Without a second thought, she was up and out the door.

Half an hour later, she slipped back in.

“Poor Liam,” she murmured, shrugging off her coat. “It’s so hard for him, raising a kid alone. The fever’s finally breaking, thank God.”