---- Before you go, let's have a family dinner. I know I haven't been around much lately, and that's my fault. " A storm of emotion churned inside me. I was about to scream it at him-Tyler is dead, we're divorced! But just then, the doorbell rang. Isabella stood there holding Emma, her eyes filled with tears. "Ethan, Emma suddenly has terrible diarrhea. Can you please take a look at her?" Ethan's face instantly became serious. "Diarrhea is no small thing, especially for a child. They can get dehydrated easily," he said, immediately grabbing his medical bag. "Let's go to the hospital right now." He left with Isabella without a backward glance. When Tyler had a 102.5-degree fever and blue lips, he ---- said I was overreacting. When Emma had simple diarrhea, he said it was no small thing. I wanted to laugh, but the anger and grief had already torn my heart to shreds. Such a good father. Just not to Tyler. I dragged my suitcase and all the toys to Tyler's grave. "Baby, these are all for you," I said, placing the toys one by one in front of the headstone. "They're all yours now." The white rose in the vase looked especially tragic in the setting sun. "Mommy has to go now. You be a good boy, and don't miss me too much." Ethan's POV At Seattle Central Hospital, ina VIP room. Ethan was sharing ice cream with Emma, who ---- showed no signs of diarrhea anymore. "You're such a good girl, Emma. You got better so fast, "he said gently. "Uncle Ethan, will you always be with me?" Emma asked innocently. "Of course." After the check-up, Ethan finally remembered Tyler at home. He found Dr. Williams. "Can you get me some children's cold medicine and vitamins? Tyler's cold still hasn't gone away completely." Williams froze. "Ethan, what are you talking about?" "The medicine for Tyler. He has a cold, remember?" Ethan added. Williams's face went pale, as if he'd just seen a ghost. ---- "Ethan... Tyler passed away three days ago. Didn't you know?"