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 walked down the hallway. Past the bathroom, which now had a handrail by the tub and a cushioned bath mat. Past our bedroom, where I glimpsed blackout curtains and a small bassinet set up beside the bed.

Then I reached the nursery.

And I started crying.

The room was perfect.

Not magazine-perfect.

Not staged-perfect.

Perfect for us.

Soft gray and pink walls. White furniture. A rocking chair in the corner with a little side table and a reading lamp.

Shelves with books and stuffed animals arranged carefully.

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