My Wife Was Seven Months Pregnant When She Stopped Leaving Bed—Then I Lifted the Blue Blanket and Realized My Mother Already Knew What Was Underneath
“Mom, go home.”
“No.”
“I said leave.”
“You have spent weeks defending her.”
“Because she is my wife.”
“And I am your mother.”
There it was again.
The phrase we both apparently believed functioned as law.
