Julia

The following summer

I entered the nursery, finding Van holding Henri. “I thought he was asleep.”

Van turned, his lips shushing me as his body moved back and forth. Finally, he laid our almost three-month-old son in his crib. Taking my hand, we walked out into the hallway, gently closing the door.

“He woke up.”

“I didn’t hear him.”

Tugging me close, Van kissed me. “I did. Let me ...