I told myself she was having a hard time coming to terms with the diagnosis.
I was, too, but I had to step up as she had just been through labor and childbirth.
I hoped she would soon realize we were in this together and we would always support each other.
That night, I woke in the chair beside her bed and saw her standing over his bassinet.
Her back was toward me.
One hand hovered above his blanket as if she wanted to touch him but could not make herself do it.
I closed my eyes before she noticed I was awake.
The next morning, she was distant again.
« Could you raise him alone? » she asked.
I thought she meant if something happened to one of us someday.
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