At 2 A.M., a Hidden

warmer and blaming Ava. My mother hiding burp cloths, moving medication, criticizing everything Ava touched.

And every time, Ava did the same thing.

She absorbed it.

She lowered her voice.

She protected Noah.

She never told me.

I found one recording from six nights earlier that destroyed whatever was left of my innocence.

Ava stood in the nursery doorway,continue reading …