My husband appeared on the baby monitor every night at 2 a.m. carrying a mysterious paper bag—when I finally watched him open it, I gasped

it’s casual?” He often said, “Go shower, I’ve got him,” even when exhaustion had turned his own eyes red.

I had noticed what he did.

I had not noticed his face.

That evening, I waited until Ethan took Noah for a walk, then searched for the notebook. I found it hidden beneath baby clothes in a bottom drawer we rarely used.

Feeling ashamed that it had come continue reading …