“I’ve got you.”
The hospital was all lemon disinfectant and starched sheets. Hours blurred together. My hands gripped the bed rails, my breath ragged.
Then it came—the cry. Sharp. Bright. My boy. My whole sky in one tiny sound.
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They swaddled him like a seed wrapped in the softest soil.
I waited for the door to open. For Ryan to step in. For flowers. A kiss. But the door stayed shut.
When discharge came, it was me, a nurse with gentle eyes, and a hungry baby in my arms.
I called again. Silence.
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“I can drive you,” Jenna offered.
“No. Cab’s fine.”
The driver smelled like coffee.
Outside, the city slid past in puddles and blurred traffic lights.
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Our house seemed smaller than in my memories. I climbed the steps slowly. The door swung open. And…
Oh.My.God.
