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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

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it with two fingers.

“I started writing to Noah because I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell my friends, because all they say is stuff like ‘Welcome to fatherhood’ and laugh like it’s all a joke. So I wrote to him. I thought maybe if I put my thoughts somewhere, they wouldn’t own me so much.”

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