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

its small familiar circle. Everything looked painfully ordinary, and that made it worse, because fifteen minutes away, in the house where I had grown up, my mother was standing near another baby. A baby she believed I had brought her. A baby that had nothing to do with me.

I moved instead of thinking, because thinking made the fear expand too fast.

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