He Missed My Surgery When I Needed Him Most—What the Surgeon Handed Me Wasn’t From Him

rehabilitation services. The same last name Eric had when I met him.

My hands shook as I unfolded the letter beneath everything else. The handwriting was the same elegant script from the envelope’s front.

“Dear Christina,” it began. “You don’t know me, but I was his wife before you. My name is Skyler. If you’re reading this, it means Eric has done to continue reading …