Divorce Regret and Second Chances: I Ran Into My Ex-Wife in a Hospital Hallway, and One Sentence Changed Everything

something else happened too.

We started talking again.

Real talking.

Not about chores or schedules.

About fear.

About grief.

About how easy it is to lose each other when pain enters the room and nobody knows what to do with it.

One afternoon, while rain streaked the hospital window, Serena told me something else she had carried quietly.

She had learned she continue reading …