truth sat between us.
Dad returned ten minutes later, and the conversation ended without resolution.
That night, Rowan slept in the guest room.
I didn’t ask him to.
He didn’t ask to sleep in ours.
For the next two days, we lived in an awkward but quiet arrangement.
Rowan changed diapers.
He learned how to warm bottles of expressed milk.
At 2:00 a.m. Wednesday, I found him beside Leo’s bassinet, watching our son sleep.
“You don’t have to stare at him,” I whispered.
Rowan glanced over.
“I keep
