I’d put Mikey’s ashes somewhere safe and
was booking a flight home.
My phone rang.
It was my lawyer.
“Ms. Moore, Mr. Henderson received the
divorce papers.”
He sounded tired.
“He… wants to see you.”
“He’s blocked you, so he asked me to tell
you.”
“No.”
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There was silence. “He’s at my office. He
won’t leave until he sees you…”
I rubbed my temples. I finally agreed.
I just wanted to end this.
At the law firm, I was taken to an office
before I saw Mark.
“Ms. Moore, I’ve been looking into your
husband’s assets.”
He paused. “The hospital where your son died
is owned by Henderson Industries.”
I gasped.
“The phone records show the hospital
contacted Mr Henderson uber USL
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contacted Mr. Henderson when your son was
critical…”
“But… those calls were ignored.”
He spoke softly, not wanting to hurt me.
My head was spinning.
I saw Mark. I couldn’t control myself.
I started yelling.
“The hospital was yours! You knew
everything! Why didn’t you call the doctor
back?”
“It was my son! Are you kidding me”
Mark was pale. His lips were trembling.
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He looked ten years older.
“I didn’t know. I swear.”
He grabbed my arm.
“Sarah answered those calls! She deleted
your messages! She was sabotaging you! She
destroyed my soul to get to me”
Was he blaming her?
He thought that would excuse him?
Mark kept talking.
“I never wanted to hurt you or Mikey.”
“I loved you! Please, don’t do this…”
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“I won’t let Sarah get away with this. I’ll make
it up to you. Please don’t sue.”
Love?
It was a joke.
If that was love, I wanted nothing to do with
- it.
He grabbed my hand.
I pulled away, disgusted.
“What can you do? Mikey is gone!”
“Do you know what it was like to find my
son?”
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“Sarah did all of this? Mikey would not talk to
you if he was next to you.
I pointed at him, and he did not look at me:
“It’s your fault!”
“I do not want him in this world. You may be
sure of that. We can be happy if you only go”
“You and Sarah, have fun in court!”
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I left the office. My phone buzzed.
It was a message from Sarah, full of insults.
The last line was: “Mark doesn’t want me, so
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I was furious.
This woman had killed my son.
My hands were shaking as I typed a reply:
“You are going down and back to your old
life, I have never been a fan of you, now get
back to your old life.”
I sent the message and then texted my
lawyer:
“Find out how much money Mark spent on
Sarah. I’m suing her.”
I hung up and called my parents.
I said I was delayed and would be home in a
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They said to take care of myself.
Three days later, Sarah was served with
papers.
She called me, screaming.
“Why did you tell everyone that trash about
me”
