Two months after our d.i.v.o.r.c.e, I found my ex-wife sitting alone in a hospital corridor—and the moment she looked up at me, every excuse I had made about our marriage suddenly felt wrong.

I looked between them.

“What is happening?”

The nurse lowered her clipboard.

“Your ex-wife was admitted three days ago.”

“Three days?”

I looked at Sophie.

She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“She came in after collapsing at home,” the nurse continued. “Her blood work showed something concerning, so the doctors ordered additional tests.”

My heart began pounding.

“What kind of tests?”