My husband was a doctor at the very hospital where I spent an entire month fighting for my life—and during all that time, he never visited me.

in front of his colleagues and residents.

Within seconds, his victorious smile disappeared.

It was a petition for dissolution of marriage.

And he still didn’t understand that losing his wife was only the beginning.

Part 2

Marcus folded the notice so quickly that the seam tore.

“Administrative error,” he muttered to his colleagues, stuffing it into his coat.

But that explanation collapsed when he reached our Lincoln Park home that evening.

My side of the closets was empty.

So were my dresser drawers.

My wedding ring rested on top of