the offer drawn up by morning.”
I ended the call and closed my laptop. I reached out and brushed Noah’s hair off his forehead. He stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“Hey, baby.”
“Mom? You look… dirty.”
I laughed shakily. “I had a little accident at work. But I’m okay. You’re okay. That’s what matters.”
As he drifted back to sleep, I listened to the monitors.continue reading …