Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
It was not the financial cost of the bed.
It was the knowledge that I had been asking a nurse when I could hold my baby while my husband organized a different life in our room.
That night I moved into the downstairs guest suite, partly because stairs were still uncomfortable and partly because I could not sleep in the old bedroom.
Andrew asked whether I wanted him to move the furniture out immediately.
“No,” I said.