My father was critically ill, but my husband Damon, both his fellow and attending physician, was absent.

He was away on vacation with his first love Carol. I waited alone until the early hours of the morning.

My father didn’t make it.

With trembling hands, I called Damon. This time, he finally answered, but it was his first love’s voice on the other end.

“Damon is in the shower. What do you need to tell him?”

I cried, but I responded with a smile. “Nothing much, just a divorce.”