I spent eighteen years calling my wife a coward for abandoning our son. Then I unfolded the letter I had written before disappearing and realized that the story I had been telling myself was only half the truth.
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Eighteen years ago, everything fell apart in a hospital room.
A doctor sat by my wife's bed and quietly told us that our newborn son, Leo, had Down syndrome.
I remember seeing it for the first time.
He was tiny, with dark hair, a round face, and fingers so small that his entire hand wrapped around the tip of mine.
