Two hours after my ex-husband said “I do,” he walked into my hospital room with his bride still wearing her wedding dress.

I was sitting up in bed, weak from labor, one wrist wrapped in a hospital band and the other arm curled protectively around my newborn daughter.

The baby was only forty minutes old.

Her hair was still damp. Her tiny mouth opened and closed against the blanket as if she was learning the world by breathing it in.

And then Dominic entered.

Black tuxedo.

White rose on his lapel.