When My Daughter Was Critically Ill, They Were in Love1
My daughter had come down with acute pneumonia, but my husband said he had something urgent to take care of and told me to go home and take her to the hospital.
What could possibly be more important than our daughter’s life?
I thought at the very least, he’d wait for me to get back. But when I walked through the door, he was gone, and there she was, lying on the floor, pale and barely breathing.
My hands shook as I dialed 911, then tried calling him.
But instead of his voice, I heard hers, his first love.
“Cody’s cooking dinner for me right now. I’ll have him call you later.”
By the time I’d cremated my daughter, my husband, Cody Luke, finally called me back.
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“Our daughter’s got you with her. Yara’s having a serious breakdown. It’s dangerous, and she needs someone with her!” Cody insisted.
I laughed bitterly. “Is she dying? Should you go die with her, too? After all, being alone in the afterlife would be pretty lonely, right?”
Cody snapped, “Riley, can you not be so cruel?”
I didn’t care to hear him yell any longer. I hung up and blocked him on everything.
My daughter was gone, and with her, my love for him was dead, too.