Telling a parent their child has cancer leaves a lasting impression on a doctor. So did my patient’s single mother, Jennica Sylva. After her daughter’s recovery, I never understood why Jennica vanished.
Since my divorce, the memory of Jennica is the standard I hold the women I date to. Though I’m certain what I remember of her is as imagined as the fantasies I replay of Jennica when I’m alone—which is probably why I’m still a single dad.
But when a stroke of luck pairs our incoming college freshmen as roommates, I’m not letting a second chance to treat Jennica the way she deserves slip through my fingers… Not if I can help it.
