The Road He Didn't Take
On the heavy traffic road rushing my father to the hospital due to a cerebral hemorrhage, we ran into my husband, who was directing traffic as a police officer.
My mother was about to wind the window down and beg him for help, but I immediately stopped her and decisively turned the steering wheel, taking a narrow side road instead.
In my previous life, at this exact situation, after a brief moment of hesitation, my husband had chosen to clear a path for us and personally escorted my father to the hospital.
That very night, his childhood sweetheart, out of spite because he hadn't answered her calls, turned on the gas and killed herself.
He seemed utterly unaffected by her death. He even o
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