I’m scared that you’ll think I should have handled it better.
I’m scared that I’ll lose the life we’ve built.
But most of all, I’m scared that one day Emily will look at me and ask why I didn’t do enough.
I don’t know how to be a husband and a father and a surgeon at the same time.
I thought if I worked harder, I could fix everything.
I’m beginning to understand that I can’t.
I love you.
I’m sorry.
I couldn’t finish reading.
I pressed the letter against my chest.
Ben sat beside me.
Neither of us spoke.
Then I said something I had been holding inside for months.
“I thought you stopped loving me.”
He turned toward me.
“Sarah…”
“I thought you were tired of our family.”
He shook his head.
“Never.”
“I thought you were happier at the hospital than at home.”
