My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

glasses.

Happy birthday to me.

I watched it twice.

Not out of shock. Out of something colder than shock.

Clarity.

I was lying on the floor of our son’s nursery with my vision going gray at the edges, and my husband was doing a toast about how hard his life was.

The baby’s cries got softer. Or maybe my hearing was going.

My hands were ice cold.

I couldn’t keep continue reading …