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

does.”

We carried Noah inside and sat facing each other on the couch.

Up close, Ethan looked worse than I had allowed myself to notice. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. Stubble covered his jaw, his cheeks looked thinner, and he smelled faintly of liquor, baby soap, and sweat.

He stared at the floor.

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