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

went to my meeting, eleven minutes late, and did not say why.

What I did not do.

I did not look at that child’s notes.

I want that written down because it is the only thing in this entire account that I am proud of without qualification.

He was on the system. I could have had his record open in about nine seconds from any terminal in that building, and I would have been able to tell you his birth weight and his blood group and who was at the