When I Returned from the Hospital with Our Newborn, My Husband Had Changed the Locks – Twenty Hours Later, He Showed Up, Pounding and Screaming

“I know how it looks. But please. Ten minutes.

Just trust me.”

Ray wasn’t shouting anymore. He just stood there, lost in a way I’d never seen before.

“Ten minutes,” I told him. “After that, I’m packing my things and figuring out what comes next.”

***

The car ride was silent.

Ray drove with both hands gripping the wheel, jaw tight, eyes forward.

I noticed he had paint under his fingernails. Drywall dust on his jeans.

And in the back seat, a brand-new car seat was already installed.

“Ray?” I started.

“Please,” he said softly. “Just wait.

Two more minutes.”

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