My Mother Called Me At Midnight Asking When I’d Pick Up “The Baby”… But My Daughter Was Already Sleeping Beside Me

at first. Each one was simple. Together, they didn’t belong in the same reality.

I looked at Lily again.

Still here.

Still mine.

My throat tightened. “What are you talking about?”

“You dropped her off earlier,” my mother said, voice unsteady. “You said you were exhausted and needed sleep. I told you I could keep her until morning, but you never came back.continue reading …