At 2 A.M., a Hidden

for absence.

I turned a smaller room near the family wing into my workspace, with regular doors that did not pretend the rest of my life was a distraction.

The first night I worked there, Noah cried at 11:12 p.m.

I heard him.

That sound nearly undid me.

I walked into the nursery and found Ava already lifting him.

She saw me and said quickly, “I’ve got him.continue reading …