Goodbye to the Wife Who Loved Another

In elite high society, everyone knew Cicely Sanchez loved me with something close to devotion.

A woman that proud, that cold, and yet every single year she went to the child foot of the snowy mountains to pray for me, a full month at a time.

For the longest time, I believed I was the luckiest man alive.

Until the day I scrolled past a video.

My best friend, Connor Delgado, holding a child, smiling into the camera as he said:

"This is exactly where we were climbing the mountain that year, when we got carried away, and then we had our baby."