No Forgiveness:He's Not The One
Lily' s small heart. She sat on the edge of her seat, her legs swinging, her little hands twisting the program int
for the tenth time, her voice small and
brittle on my lips. "Of course, sweetie. Daddy' s just very busy at th
ut he promised. He said he would
ing. The yellow felt was bright, and the golden ribbons I' d tied in her pigtails bounced when she moved. She
shuffling of feet began to quiet down. A boy sitting in the ro
My dad said surgeons are jus
"My dad came. He took a d
ume suddenly looking dim. I could feel the sting of tears in my own eyes,
here more than anything." I said the words I had said so many times before. They were my s
he stage, her steps hesitant. She delivered her lines, but her voice was quiet, her bright smile go
he back creaked open, casting a rectangle of light int
nd give him a relieved smile. But the man
sn't
at if" that had always lingered in the background of our marriage. And holding David' s
were fixed on Chloe, who was sitting in the front row. He knelt down beside her seat, whispering something in her ear
ing it for the
couldn't breathe. It wasn't an emergency surgery. It
rushing hers. They looked like a perfect family, bathed in the soft glow f
ed onto her father. A flicker of hope sparked in her expression, quickly followed by confusion, then
w ever
lowed. She just stood there, a little sun whose light had been exting
gathered our things, my hands shaking with a rage so profound it made me feel sick. I picked up Lily's forgotten jacket and
orner, crying silently. I knelt and pulled
ffled by tears. "Why was Daddy with them? Who is that
ratching against my cheek. I tried to find the w
thing. He loves you so much." The words tasted like ash in my mouth. They w
ooked at me with a wisdom that broke my heart. "
ation settled deep in my bones. My perfect life-the successful architect with the celebrated surgeon husband, the beautiful home,
lways said they were just old friends, that he felt a sense of responsibility because she was a single mother. I had wanted to believe him. I had chosen to