Light shone brightly through the windows the next morning, alerting me to the start of a new day. Suddenly, the events of the night before came rushing into my mind. Leila was already up and Jase was out of his crib. He must have woken up and she didn't wake me.

When I walked into the kitchenette, Leila was sitting at the table, feeding Jase, who was sitting in a highchair.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said, and then kissed her lightly on the top of her head as I ...