Sick and alone with my one-year-old daughter, I begged my husband, Ryan, to come home. He promised he was on his way, but an hour later, still no sign of him. Desperate, I texted his coworker, Mike, only to learn Ryan hadn’t even left work.Weak, feverish, and unable to care for Lily, I reached out to our neighbor, Mrs. Thompson,

who rushed over and took me to the hospital. The doctor said I was close to septic shock—another few hours, and it could have been too late.Ryan showed up two hours later,