One year after my divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in the pediatric wing of the hospital where I worked

Yvie rang me about it eight days later. She had been told it had been reallocated and why, because that is what the letter says.

And she said — and she was crying, and I do not think it was tactical — “You could have just seen him, Petra. I’d have been fine with it. I’d have preferred it.”

And I said no.

And she said: “Why? You know you’re the best one there for it.”

And I said: because he is two.

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