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Halfway through our son's surgery, David Bennett ran out of the operating room. He was the boy's father, his attending physician, and the lead surgeon for the operation. Yet he walked away from his own son lying open on the operating table—just because of a few words from his ex-girlfriend. Watching my child in the ICU, I called David. He said coldly, "The surgery was almost done. Even a dog could've finished it. What difference does it make if I'm there or not? Then he added, "Emily's son hit his head. I'm cleaning up the wound. Don't call unless it's important." The line went dead and with it, so did the last thread of hope for my son.