Broken.
“I loved Ava,” he whispered.
I looked at him for a long time before answering.
“I think you loved being seen as a good father more than you loved paying attention.”
He broke down crying.
But by then, I felt strangely calm.
The mystery that had haunted me for days was gone.
What remained was a painful truth built on deception, selfishness, and negligence.
Our marriage ended long before that conversation.
I simply hadn’t known it yet.
Now, my focus is no longer on Mark, Lauren, or their choices.
My focus is learning how to live with the loss of my daughter and finding a way to move forward, one day at a time.
