wooden name sign remained attached to the wall, but Jason’s gaming chair sat beneath it.
Two monitors occupied the space, with a mattress pushed against one wall.
Our daughter’s clothes had been thrown into plastic bags, and computer equipment covered her changing table.
Jason sat wearing headphones, eating pizza.
He glanced toward us.
“Oh. You’re back.”
Daniel’s face reddened.
“Where is the crib?”
Jason removed one headphone.
“Relax. Mom said I could stay.”
“This is my daughter’s room.”
Jason glanced at Olivia.
“She’s a baby.”
He shrugged casually.
“She doesn’t
