When the Clouds Finally Break
On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years.
He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth.
He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier.
"Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks.
I smile and say I am doing fine.
As we are about to part, he grabs my arm.
"Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your birthday. You can go there anytime."
I politely decline, and he lets out a sigh.
"After all these years, you are still as stubborn as you were back then. Don't hate me."
I smile but say nothing. There needs to be love for there to be hate. But now, he is just a stranger to me.