My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

sits in your chest like a fist.

The nursery door was open. The bassinet was stripped bare. No blankets. No baby.

No me.

His duffel hit the floor.

“Connie?”

Nothing.

“Connie!”

He moved through the house. Kitchen. Bedroom. Bathroom. All empty. My phone was still on the nursery floor, screen cracked, battery dead.

The souvenir watch slipped off his wrist and continue reading …