My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

can’t do this to me,” he said.

“I already did.”

“I’m your son.”

“Yes.”

“You’re choosing her?”

“I’m choosing the baby.”

“What about me?”

Marlene said she sat at her kitchen table and looked at the school photo of him in third grade, missing both front teeth.

Then she said, “I chose you for thirty-eight years. Look what you did with it.”

He hung up.

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