After 3 Boys, We Gave Up Our Dream of a Daughter—Then My Husband Called Me to the Hospital and Said, “There’s a Baby Here”
I looked at him.
“If you say no after we talk to the social worker and understand what temporary placement actually requires, I will support you.”
I studied his face.
He meant it.
That somehow made everything worse.
I walked toward the hospital room.
The door felt heavier than it looked.
Marcus didn’t touch it.