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

We pulled into our driveway.

He parked, got out, and came around to help me with the baby.

“I know it made no sense,” he said as we walked to the front door. “I couldn’t explain it over the phone. Just… look.”

He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

I stepped inside and stopped breathing.

Everything smelled of fresh paint and something floral… lavender, maybe.

The entryway had soft new lighting.

A plush rug I didn’t recognize stretched across the floor.

The walls (once a dingy beige) were now painted a warm cream and white.

“Ray, what’s going on here?”

“Keep going,” he said softly.

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