My Ex-Husband, My Son's Doctor

Synopsis

At three in the morning, my son's fever spiked into a seizure, and I rushed into the ER with my hair flying everywhere. The doctor on duty looked up, and his eyes above the mask were cold and disturbingly familiar. It was my ex-husband, the man who vanished four years ago without a word. He stared down at the chart, and his voice came out flat, like he was talking to a complete stranger. "Where's the kid's dad? Why didn't he come with you?" I held my burning son tighter against my chest and let out a bitter laugh. "He's dead. Been dead so long there's probably weeds growing over his grave by now." The pen in his hand snapped. He jerked his head up, and his eyes went red as he stared at me and the little boy who looked exactly like him.