My daughter, Ivy, never wept during the night. However, I continued to perceive unusual noises emanating from the nursery. I purchased a baby monitor to alleviate my anxiety, until one night, I observed a somebody reaching into her cot. I cherished those tranquil evenings. Ivy nestled under her duck-patterned comforter, breathing gently like a kitten. Judson was in the kitchen mixing chocolate on the stove. I reclined on the couch, gazing at the ceiling, contemplating. This is the moment. This constitutes happiness. Shortly thereafter, Judson exited Ivy’s room, barefoot and self-satisfied. “She was unconscious for two minutes. Is that a...
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