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

itself takes energy, and that becomes precious when you survive on only a few hours of sleep.

Still, I began paying attention.

It happened around the same time most nights. I only realized that after waking from a nightmare, drenched in sweat, and checking my phone.

It was 2:07 a.m.

Ethan’s side of the bed was empty.

I listened but heard no toilet flushing continue reading …