I waved to the nurses at the station as I hurried to Suzie’s room. But when I pushed through the door, I froze in surprise.

My daughters were sleeping in their bassinets, but Suzie was gone. I thought she might have stepped out for fresh air, but then I saw the note. I tore it open, my hands trembling.

“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

A nurse carrying a clipboard entered the room. “Good morning, sir, here’s the discharge —”

Where’s my wife?” I interrupted.

The nurse hesitated, biting her lip. “She checked out this morning. She said you knew.”

“She — where did she go?” I stammered to the nurse, waving the note. “Did she say anything else? Was she upset?”

The nurse frowned. “She seemed fine. Just… quiet. Are you saying you didn’t know?”

I left the hospital in a daze, cradling my daughters, the note crumpled in my fist.

Suzie was gone. My wife, my partner, the woman I’d thought I knew, had vanished without a word of wa:rn:ing. All I had were two tiny girls, my shattered plans, and that ominous message.

I delivered the note in her direction. “This is what’s wrong! What did you do to Suzie?”

“Ben, I don’t know what this is about,” Mom replied. “She’s… she’s always been emotional. Maybe she —”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“You’ve never liked her. You’ve always found ways to undermine her, criticize her —”

“I’ve only ever tried to help!” Her voice broke, tears spilling over her cheeks.

That night, I thought back to our family gatherings, and the small barbs my mother would throw Suzie’s way. Suzie had laughed them off, but I could see now, too late, how they must have cut her.