My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

my eyes open.

The last thing I remember was the sound of my son’s breath hitching between small, exhausted sobs.

Then black.

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Three days later, Derek came home humming.

He had a new watch on his wrist. A souvenir from the resort gift shop. He was tan. Rested. Smiling.

He turned his key in the lock.

Stepped inside.

Silence.

Not the peaceful kind. The kind that continue reading …