My Love for my Ex-husband Never Came Back

I hailed a taxi to the old a

nts. After Bruce and I got married, we lived t

ere post-traumatic stress disorder and deep

rsen my condition if I revisited there, so he bought

d husband who was so nice to his

o think

, I realized how

were getti

e one last look at the place that held all my happin

lley of the old neighborhood,

d downstairs. It was unmi

ing the emergency at the construc

t matter

my nails dug into my palms. I thou

nfronted me once again, tea

hands, I dialed

e he answered. His voice sounded hus

oice as calm as possible. "Bruce, I... I miss Mom and Dad. I'm almos

dishes and a sudden commotion eru

. What if seeing things stirs up emotions and harms the baby? We've been through so much to have thi

nt concern. He seemed to genui

"I'm just downstairs. I'll

I hung up the phone and quickly hi

tes, the door to the ap

ding the little bo

g Rosalyn with

rushed out and l

wearing a silk dress with intricate embr

held my daughter'

s' home, the place where

love nest of my husb

n" and his excuse of not wanting me to go back to a place of sadness turne

of photos of the glaring three peop

ned against the weathered wall. I couldn't s

as truly broken, it