I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

bedroom looked ordinary again.

Comforter straight.

Bench in place.

No champagne lace on the floor.

Only my closet door, closed all the way now.

I opened it.

My pregnancy clothes hung in a row, soft and stupid and hopeful. The pale yellow dress for my baby shower. The navy sweater I’d packed for the hospital bag. The gray coat Madison’s hand had gripped while continue reading …