I’m not sure how long we kept like that, but Stephanie finally slept off. The lengthy hours of labor and the anxiety of our baby’s sudden arrival had left her exhausted.
As I untangled myself from them, I said to myself, “I just need a minute.” I’ll be right back. Stephanie looked up at me,
Her eyes swollen and red, and she nodded. I knew she was worried I wouldn’t come back, but I had to get out of that place. Not with my mind running like that.
The door clicked gently behind me as I took a deep breath and walked out into the corridor, but it did little good. I needed more than just air.
My life had just been torn apart, and I needed answers, explanation, and a means to make sense of it. “Brent,” said a harsh, recognizable voice, cutting like a dagger through my mind.
I glanced up to see my mom standing at the window at the end of the corridor, her arms clasped tightly over her chest.
