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

It was three in the afternoon when I stood on my front porch holding my two-day-old daughter, staring at the door like it might explain itself.

The key wouldn’t turn.

I tried again, thinking maybe exhaustion was making me clumsy.

My husband’s car was in the driveway. The lights inside were off.

Everything looked normal except for the fact that I couldn’t get into my own house.

I knocked gently at first, then harder.

Then, I heard footsteps.

“Raymond?” I called, shifting the baby in my arms. “Ray, the key isn’t working. Can you open the door?”

Silence.

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