I was holding my newborn when my uncle walked into the hospital room and saw the marks on my neck.

blow apart all at once. It fell the proper way, level by level, beneath the crushing weight of receipts.

Six months later, Eli laughed for the first time on my uncle’s porch beneath the morning sunlight. The marks on my throat had disappeared. My wedding ring had disappeared. My fear had disappeared too.

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