The call shook me to the core. I hadn't visited my hometown in two years due to Ava's age and Matthew's packed schedule. He wasn’t comfortable with me traveling alone with Ava, which was why I hadn't been back for so long.

I held the phone, feeling dazed. A wave of guilt washed over me.

Although I was the only daughter, I grew apart from my parents after college. I turned to them only in tough times, but I had neglected them in the past couple of years.

Assuming my parents were healthy, I cared for Matthew’s parents more than my own. However, the word “stroke” changed everything.

I felt panic, realizing what a terrible daughter I had been. They raised me, but I had done nothing for them.

My parents had waited for me without complaint. How could I tell them that my marriage was crumbling and that the family I had devoted myself to was falling apart?

There was no time to dwell. I rushed to Matthew's office, almost in tears, and blurted out, "Honey, please book me a flight. I need t