The Belated Auscultation
My son, Tyler, never really had his dad around growing up.
Because my husband, Ethan, was a top doctor, always working late.
He pulled countless patients back from the brink of death, but he misdiagnosed his own son's pneumonia as a simple cold.
All because he was on the phone with his first love, Isabella, while he was supposed to be listening to Tyler's chest.
That night, when Tyler's life was on the line, Ethan claimed he was in a critical surgery and hung up on me ten times.
I rushed our son to the hospital, only to find out my husband was at a birthday party for Isabella and her daughter.
In the dead of night, Isabella posted a photo of the three of them on Instagram.
At the same
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