I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

tightly across my eyebrow each time I blinked.

Only a few doors away, my four-week-old son, Caleb, cried softly in the nursery because I physically couldn’t lift him without risking another injury.

I pressed my father’s contact.

He answered after the third ring.

“Dad…”

My voice barely carried across the line.

“Could you and Mom keep Caleb tonight?”

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