My mother-in-law called me at 1:00 AM saying her son was dying… but I found him at the ER signing as another woman’s husband. And when that girl saw me standing in the doorway, she didn’t cry for him: she looked at me as if I were the one who had arrived late to my own tragedy.
It wasn’t the last name that hit me first. It was the name. **Bruce Cadenas.** The exact same name as the man standing behind me, with a visitor’s wristband on his arm and another life tucked away in the OB-GYN wing. My husband. My husband. My husband. I felt the floor buckle beneath me, as…
