At 2 A.M., a Hidden

glow of the elephant night-light Ava had picked out after spending two hours comparing nursery themes online.

Then I saw Ava.

She was standing beside the crib in a pale robe, her hair loose and messy around her shoulders. Noah was crying in her arms, tiny fists clenched near his cheeks.

She looked exhausted.

Not tired. Not overwhelmed.

Destroyed.

She bounced continue reading …