At Our Daughter’s Baptism Party, My Husband Pushed…

The woman’s intuition that had been dormant inside me, now six months pregnant, began to stir violently. I pulled out the chair, sat down, and placed my hand on the mouse, clicking the lock icon.

The system prompted for a pin. I hesitated for a moment, then remembered Daniel’s habit of creating codes using family birthdays.

I entered his birth. Incorrect.continue reading …