CPR on My Ex-Husband

I watched my ex-husband code on the table while his new wife begged me to save him.

My hands were shaking but I started compressions anyway because that's what we do. Every pump reminded

me of the divorce papers he served me in this exact ER two years ago. My team was staring,

waiting to see if I'd crack. His wife didn't know I was the one who taught him how

to breathe through panic attacks, that I memorized every scar on his chest.

Thirty seconds felt like thirty years. We got him back. Now he's stable and she's thanking

me like I'm some kind of hero. But here's what keeps me up at night. Did I hesitate for

just a second before starting? Would you have done the same if your past was dying right