PART 1

The envelope arrived one Tuesday morning in October, slipped under my door while I slept. My name was written on cream-colored paper in an unknown hand, but the sender’s address sent shivers down my spine: Riverside Memorial Hospital. Inside, a small note shattered the distance I had carefully constructed from my past. « Mr. Davidson, your ex-wife Rebecca has designated you as her emergency contact. She is hospitalized and is asking for you. »