Reborn From Betrayal: A Mother's Vow

ever left me, a film of a lif

her husband' s new love. Mark, my Mark, the man whose hands I held while he cried over anatomy textbooks, stood by and watched. He

gave up. The light in his eyes went out. He left me alone in a world that had turned it

drowning. Not in w

opened

al cafeteria chili. It was the smell of a Tuesday. Specifically, the Tuesday Mark was supposed

all started

asn't grieving a d

bolt upright in the stiff chair in the hospital breakroom. My nurse's unifo

chance I didn't ask fo

n the table. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the breakroom, my sensible

them all. My lungs burned, and my legs ached,

was ringing. Students poured into the hallways, a river of noise a

en I s

r was perfectly styled, and his smile was a weapon. Standing next to him, clinging to his arm, was the socialit

rtable, was her son. He was a year older th

s nowhere

inutes, boiled over. I didn't care who was watching. I didn't ca

woman. I ignored her son. I looked straigh

e is m

than I intended. A few

red. He looked surp

ou doing here? You

tion, you son of a b

my language. She tighten

use a scene," Mark said, h

ow about the scene where you abandon your family? How about the scene where you

he woman. She gasped, her perfe

you!" sh

chers, parents, students. A circle

is t

t' s Dr. Evan

looks

who lived and died by his reputation. I w

u' re embarrassing y

o my skin. In my old life, I would have fl

this

d my ar

you tou

oulder. He saw the crowd, saw me, saw his father. His hopeful face,

? What' s

his eyes darting around at the watching faces. He had built a careful,

, not to his son, but to

, forcing a tight, unnatural smile. "My ex-wife

hey looked at my wrinkled uniform, my messy hair, my frantic expression. The

razy ex-wife and a poor, succes

red to her friend. "Trying to get m

make me want to shrink away. It made me want to fight harder.