wanted to return home.
I imagined laying Olivia in her crib, settling into the rocking chair, and beginning our new life together.
Daniel unlocked our front door.
Then he froze.
Cardboard boxes filled the hallway. Fast-food packaging littered the living room, and a gaming console had been connected to our television.
From the nursery came the unmistakable sound of gunfire in a video game.
Daniel headed down the hallway.
Holding Olivia against my chest, I followed at a slower pace.
He opened the nursery door.
The crib had disappeared.
Olivia’s
