"Remember this room, Abri? You remember how much we loved picking out the little animals for Lilly?"

Stryker is sitting next to me on the bed, pointing out various aspects of the room he's created for the baby. I realize he's built an exact replica of his dead baby's room. If I weren't so utterly creeped out I might be more sympathetic. But, right in this moment, I'm not. If this birth doesn't happen seamlessly, both me and the baby could die right here in this horrible little ...