From Broken to Unbreakable

My father lay dying, his last wish a simple Sunday dinner with all of us.

My husband, Mark, already distant, was of course, absent.

Then the doorbell rang, and there stood Jessica Evans, Mark’s intern, visibly pregnant, her harsh words declaring Mark needed to face his responsibilities.

The shock drained the life from my father, and he passed away that very night.

Mark’s voice was flat the next morning, offering only a callous, "That's too bad. I'll try to get away for the funeral."