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

I asked.

My mother looked at it and began shaking. “You brought it.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did,” she said, no anger in it, only horror. “Or someone did. It was on your shoulder. I would swear to that.”

Lily stirred. The baby in the crib turned her head toward us, and we both went still.

She did not wake. But as the blanket shifted lower, I saw something around continue reading …