“I Was Diagnosed Before You Left.” — I Saw My Ex-Wife Alone in a Hospital Corridor Two Months After Our Divorce, and One Line Made Me Realize I’d Left at the Worst Time

Two months after our divorce, I never imagined I would see her again — especially not in a place that reeked of disinfectant and quiet sorrow, where every second dragged and every face carried its own silent suffering. Yet there she was, sitting alone in a hospital hallway in northern California, wrapped in a thin, pale gown, her hands folded neatly …