I Lost Our Child Chapter 13
That afternoon, a coworker said Ava had woken up.
Thatcher came back from the hospital.
He explained himself without my asking.
“She woke up, so I went to the hospital.”
“Alessa, when I mentioned divorce that day, I was angry.”
“I didn’t really want a divorce.”
“Once she’s emotionally stable, I’ll talk to her and make things clear.”
“But in her current state, she can’t handle any more shocks.”
But I really did want a divorce.
I looked at him.
“Thatcher, maybe you were just angry, but I’m serious.”
“You choose her every single time.”
“I don’t think we’re right for each other.”
That weekend, Ava was discharged.
Thatcher went to the hospital.
I sent him a message. I don’t know if he saw it.
I had already found a place near the office, and I was moving out that day.
He still hadn’t come back by the time I finished.
After I unpacked, I invited some friends over for a housewarming party.