My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

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He pushed open the door and stopped.

Marlene was in the chair by the window, holding our son.

Pam stood at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed. She had driven through the night from Omaha, speeding through Nebraska and into Colorado with a bag of gas station pretzels and fury.

A hospital social worker sat near the continue reading …