My husband kissed my forehead and said, “France. Just a short business trip.” Hours later, as I stepped out of the operating room, my heart stopped.
“France,” my husband responded, planting a kiss on my forehead. Just a quick business trip. My heart appeared to stop when I left the surgery room a few hours later. He was there, whispering to a woman I had never seen before while carrying a newborn. His partner. I refrained from screaming. I refrained from…