My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

the place.”

“It is,” I said.

My son stirred in Marlene’s arms. His mouth rooted against the blanket.

Derek looked at him then, really looked, maybe for the first time since the hospital photographer had come by with the blue backdrop and the stuffed moon.

“He needs to eat,” Derek said, like that fixed something.

“He already ate,” Marlene said.

That one got continue reading …