My Son-in-Law Saw Who I Copied on the Email

mobile above the crib.

Soft clouds. Tiny wooden stars. A moon with a smiling face.

She reached up and switched it off.

The room went quiet except for Wyatt breathing against her shoulder.

Diane stood in the doorway, not crossing the line.

I picked up the empty coffee mug Caleb had left on the nightstand days before. Cold ring on the wood. Lip mark still continue reading …