Reborn, I Stopped Waiting for Him

When Shane joined Doctors Without Borders, he begged me to wait. So I quit my job. I nursed his paralyzed mother. I miscarried alone in a hospital bathroom and didn't even call him — I couldn't bring myself to worry him.

Seven years later, I watched him on the evening news, shielding another woman and her baby, calling her his wife.

I died of a broken heart. Then I opened my eyes — back on the day he handed in his application.

This time, I'm not waiting. This time, I'm taking back every single year they stole. One by one.