I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

that bed feels like walking through every wrong thing I have ever done.

Our daughter’s face is red and wrinkled. Her fingers open and close against Emily’s skin. She is the most terrifying and beautiful person I have ever seen.

“What’s her name?” I ask.

Emily looks at me for a long time.

“Nora.”

I smile through tears.

“My grandmother’s name.”

“I know,” she continue reading …