Abandoned at the Peak
A fierce storm erupts on a mountain peak at 25,561 feet, trapping me in the mountain camp under heavy snow.
My husband, the leader of the mountain excursion squad, ignores my desperate pleas and hands the last oxygen tank to his beloved true love.
"You're a professional climber—you won't die from missing a few breaths," he snaps. "Olivia has always been frail. Without oxygen, she's done for!"
I watch as the two of them lean on each other, making their way down the cliffside, and I fall into complete despair.
He's already forgotten that my body hasn't been able to survive without oxygen at high altitudes since saving him two years ago.