No husband holding my hand and no mother pacing in the waiting room. Just the steady beeping of machines, the nurse checking on me, and the little boy I’d been waiting months to meet.
I’d promised to protect that bundle of joy.
No husband holding my hand.
When Tina, the nurse, asked if my husband was coming,
“He’s coming soon,” I smiled while lying. I’d gotten too good at covering up for my husband.
Mark had actually been gone for seven months, unlike my mother, who had passed away years ago.
My husband left the same night I told him I was pregnant.