Chapter 1: The Encounter I sat in the cold, sterile reception area of General Hospital, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and the low murmur of suffering. I was flipping through an old, dog-eared magazine, not really paying attention to the words, just trying to pass the time. Then, I heard it. A … Continue reading My ex-husband walked away when our son was born with special needs. Eighteen years later,