Where did you get that ring

A cough.

Small. Dry. Exhausted.

Owen.

I stood so quickly my knees cracked.

Kate’s smile vanished. “He’s sleeping.”

I ran.

Owen was in his crib, sitting upright in the dim nursery, his little hands resting in his lap. A bottle of water lay near his feet.

No milk.

No blanket.

His diaper sagged heavily beneath his pajama shirt.

When I picked him up, his body felt continue reading …