until the screen timed out.
His eventually replied with a single word in all caps: \”CUTE.\” There were no questions about their health, no inquiries about my recovery, and no mention of when he would be back to hold them. It was as if I were sending photos to a distant acquaintance rather than the father of my children.
As the weeks passed, his social media became a gallery of my nightmares. While I was scrubbing spit-up and crying from exhaustion, he was posting photos of golden sunsets, flowing champagne,
