My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

and wreck you a little.

Derek tried to come home again Monday.

The locks had been changed.

Not by me.

By Marlene.

The house was in her name.

That was another thing Derek had never told me cleanly. He called it “our house” when we hosted. He called it “my house” when he was angry. The deed, it turned out, still had Marlene’s name on it because she had helped continue reading …