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.

The nurse hesitated.

Then she said:

“They found a mass.”

The room seemed to become completely silent.

“A mass?”

Sophie finally looked at me.

“It might be nothing.”

But she didn’t sound like someone who believed that.

“What did the doctors say?”

“They’re still testing it.”