Two months later, we’re in couples counseling. He still goes to his group; I still go to mine. Every morning, he takes Lily first, presses his cheek to hers, breathes in that warm milk scent, and looks at her fully—love unshadowed. Nightmares come less often, and when they do, he wakes me, and we walk the hallway together under the soft glow of a nightlight.Continue reading…
