My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

her color gone. She pressed a finger to her lips before I could speak.

“Quiet,” she whispered. “She finally fell asleep.”

She stepped aside. I walked in with Lily against my chest.

The house smelled like chamomile tea and hand soap and, faintly, baby powder.

I stopped breathing for a moment. There had been no reason for baby powder to be in this house continue reading …