Amelia Forbes
I sat fidgeting in the waiting room. It'd been three hours since we arrived at the hospital and everyone was seated, quietly.
The truck driver had given a clear description of what had transpired. No one said a word.
Tears flowed down my cheeks.
He has attempted suicide.
The thought broke me down more than I thought it could. I felt sad, guilty. I blamed myself for pushing him out in the rain and saying such hard words to him.
I guessed those few weeks had put him into some deep state of depression. He was in such a state that he had seen suicide as the only option. It was then that I realized that he'd been honest the whole time.
He'd been sincere. All the effort he'd been putting.
I stifled a sob.
What if something happened to him?
My heart pounded in my chest.
What would I do? I couldn't take care of a child alone. I couldn't...
And he was so good with her. He'd be such a good dad. I couldn't... I couldn't lose him.