My Husband Left Me In Labor To Take His Mother Shopping Until He Came Home To An Empty House

now there was time—ordinary, imperfect, precious time that belonged only to us.

Diane was not allowed near me or the children.

Blake’s visits began under supervision at a family facility with a social worker present. The girls were too young to understand what that meant, which was its own mercy.

I focused on what I could control.

I let the rest stay outside continue reading …