I was twenty-three, exhausted and raw, when Adam walked out of the hospital room. Hours after the triplets were born, he muttered something about needing “a minute of air,” a promise that stretched into a permanent absence.Continue reading…
I was twenty-three, exhausted and raw, when Adam walked out of the hospital room. Hours after the triplets were born, he muttered something about needing “a minute of air,” a promise that stretched into a permanent absence.Continue reading…