three times.
At our wedding.
During his father’s heart surgery.
When Lily was born.
Now he wept in handcuffs outside our house.
“I didn’t know.”
“You did.”
“Sarah, I swear—”
“I told you she was in the ICU.” Criticalcare resources
“I thought—”
“I told you she might die.”
“You and I were fighting.”
“I sent you a picture of her attached to machines.”
“I thought you were trying to get me home.”
“Yes.”
My voice finally broke.
“I was trying to get you home.”
He had nothing to say.
“You were her father.”
“I know.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“You know now.”
He absorbed the distinction.
David lowered his face.
“I should have been there.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll never forgive myself.”
“That isn’t my problem anymore.”
He looked up.
“Sarah, please. Not like this.”
“How else?”
“Let me explain.”
“You had twelve hours.”
He stared.
“I gave you fifty-one chances
