Six months after the divorce, I never expected to hear my ex husband’s voice again. But that morning, as I lay in a hospital bed with my newborn daughter sleeping quietly in the crib beside me, my phone began to vibrate against the bedside table.
The caller ID showed a name I had not seen in months. It read Travis Whitlock.
I stared at the screen for several seconds because I considered ignoring the call completely while exhaustion from childbirth still weighed heavily on my body. Eventually curiosity won and I pressed the answer button while trying to keep my voice steady.
“Why are you calling me,” I asked slowly.
His voice sounded strangely cheerful in a way that immediately unsettled me.
“I am getting married this weekend,” he said casually, “and I thought it would be decent to invite you to the ceremony.”
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