But in the face of their desperate pleas, I still walked in.
After Yvonne left, David fell apart. He drowned himself in alcohol, shut himself away from the world.
I stayed by his side, holding Tyler, never leaving for a second. I helped him through the worst of it, helped him climb out of his misery.
He swore to me—so earnestly—that from now on, we would live a good life together to the future.
And Tyler… When he finally understood that Yvonne had abandoned him, he was devastated. He cried day and night, inconsolable.
It was only after I promised him, over and over, that I would never leave him—that I would always be there—that he finally learned to smile again.
But ten years of devotion meant nothing in the face of Yvonne’s return.
The sound of my wheelchair rolling through the doorway caught their attention.
My parents’ faces stiffened in embarrassment.
"Nadine, you’re back. Why didn’t you tell us beforehand?"
Their expressions made it clear—I had interrupted their perfect family reunion.
I withdrew my gaze and motioned for the caretaker to push me upstairs.
"I couldn’t reach you. How was I supposed to?"
During my hospital stay, there were forms that required a family member’s signature.