The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

Pacifiers.

A stack of diapers.

Tiny socks rested on a heating vent, drying in the warm air.

None of it made sense.

Slowly…

I turned around.

Emily stood a few feet away.

Cradling a newborn wrapped inside a pale blue blanket.

The baby couldn’t have been more than a few days old.

He slept peacefully against her shoulder, completely unaware that my entire world continue reading …