By the time doctors confirmed what was happening, my marriage was already over, and every attempt I made to contact Conrad seemed to vanish into silence.
Eventually, I stopped trying.
I built another life.
It was not glamorous at first.
There were sleepless nights, bills covering the kitchen table, four infant carriers, endless laundry, and more fear than I ever admitted.
But there was also joy.
So much joy.
My small consulting company grew slowly, then rapidly.
Eight years later, it had offices in three states and contracts I once
