The Ex Husband, Fifteen Years Of Regret

Three years after returning from my teaching post in the rural mountains, I ran into my ex-husband at the hospital.

We exchanged brief pleasantries, his eyes scanning the prescription in my hand with a look of recognition.

"Stomach acting up again?"

I nodded politely. "The usual."

"Here, take this chicken soup. I was going to give it to Skylar to help her recover, but..."

He kept rambling, and I instinctively cut him off. "No, thank you."

The sound of his voice died away, replaced by a hea