My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

Derek, and Derek was vain enough not to tell his friends to take anything down. Marlene didn’t comment. She didn’t text him.

She got in her old Buick with a pot of chicken soup on the passenger seat and drove to my house.

She told me this later, sitting beside my hospital bed, using the same tone she would use to describe returning a blender.

“I knocked,continue reading …