---- of the hospital, car keys in hand, and raced home. The house was horribly quiet. "Sarah!" he yelled, charging up the stairs. "Sarah! Tyler!" In Tyler's room, there was only a pillow left on the bed. All his toys, clothes, crayons - gone. Sarah's closet was empty too. She was completely gone. Ethan collapsed onto Tyler's little bed, staring at the empty room. A family drawing Tyler had made was still stuck to the wall. The three of them holding hands, Tyler in the middle, smiling a huge smile. Underneath, in wobbly writing: "I love Mommy and Daddy." ---- "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...'' Ethan sobbed, his body shaking. He frantically dialed Sarah's number, over and over, but it just rang. It wasn't until it was dark out that he, with red, swollen eyes, finally stumbled into the living room and flicked on the light. Only then did he see them: two documents, laid out neatly on the coffee table. Divorce papers. His signature was right there. Ethan's eyes flew open. He lunged towards the table, leaning on it, unable to believe what he was seeing. He suddenly remembered that day, when he'd asked Sarah to quit her job because of Isabella. He hadn't thought twice, hadn't even looked at the paper, just signed what he thought was her resignation letter. ---- So, Sarah had already been planning to leave him back then. And his sweet boy, Tyler, he was never coming back... Ethan broke down crying again. He wanted to rip the divorce papers to shreds, to not believe any of this was real. But when his hand reached for them, it wouldn't stop shaking. It was him. He had personally thrown away his right to bea husband, to bea father.