For 18 years, I called my wife a coward for walking away from our son. Then I opened the letter she had written before disappearing, and I discovered that the story I had believed all those years was only half the truth.
Eighteen years ago, our entire world collapsed inside a hospital room.
A doctor sat beside my wife’s bed and gently explained that our newborn son, Leo, had Down syndrome.
I still remember seeing him for the first time.
He was tiny, with dark hair, a round face, and fingers so small that his whole hand fit around the tip of mine.
He was perfect.
Then I looked at Goldi.
