Yet that morning, as I lay in a hospital bed with my newborn daughter sleeping beside me, my phone buzzed. The screen read: Ethan Walker—my ex.
I nearly let it go to voicemail. Nearly.
“Why are you calling?” I asked when I finally picked up.
He sounded strangely upbeat. “I’m getting married this weekend. I thought it would be… polite …
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