When Hannah finally came on the phone, her voice sounded faint and terrified.
“Ethan… please come home.”
My stomach clenched.
“What’s wrong?”
Before she could reply, my mother took the phone from her.
“Nothing is wrong,” she said with a laugh. “New mothers get emotional.”
Something felt wrong.
On the fourth day, I chose to come back without telling anyone.
I bought diapers, pastries from Hannah’s favorite bakery, and a small green blanket for Owen.
When I pulled into the driveway, the front door was slightly ajar.
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