When My Daughter Was Critically Ill, They Were in Love

My daughter had come down with acute pneumonia, but my husband said he had something urgent to take care of and told me to go home and take her to the hospital.

What could possibly be more important than our daughter’s life?

I thought at the very least, he’d wait for me to get back. But when I walked through the door, he was gone, and there she was, lying on the floor, pale and barely breathing.

My hands shook as I dialed 911, then tried calling him.

But instead of his voice, I heard hers, his first love.

“Cody’s cooking dinner for me right now. I’ll have him call you later.”