My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

Denise. My arms shook so badly they had to tuck pillows around us.

“Where’s Derek?” I asked.

Marlene’s mouth changed.

Not a frown. Not yet.

“Aspen,” she said.

One word.

Flat as a table.

I tried to say something like, “He didn’t know,” because some stupid part of me still wanted to make the room easier for him.

Marlene touched my wrist.

“Connie.”

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