My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

swaddled him.

Pam slept in a vinyl chair and complained about it every morning.

Marlene brought clean pajamas, not the pretty ones Derek liked. The soft old ones with tiny bleach spots near the hem.

On the sixth day, I went home.

Not to Derek’s house.

To Marlene’s.

She had set up a crib in the guest room. There was a stack of diapers on the dresser and a continue reading …