Left Alone With Triplets, My Husband Walked Away – Years Later, Our Paths Collided Again

I was twenty-three — exhausted, frightened, and stitched together in every way a woman can be — when Adam walked out of the hospital room. Hours after I delivered our triplets, he mumbled something about needing “a minute of air,” a flimsy promise that stretched into silence, distance, and a permanent absence. There was no goodbye. No reassuring hand on my shoulder. …