The Imposter Husband

met me at the church entrance. His face

child. We n

air thick with the smell of

e community is. This anger... it's not healthy.

" I said, my voice empty. "

r miscarriage... it's understandable to be lost

e didn't know tragedy.

en standing there for an hour, just staring at the empty c

softer now. It was the voice he use

yesterday. I know

n't a

comes, things will settle down. I'll buy you that new car y

buy my silence. T

b. "This isn't helping, S

dically taking the crib apart. The screech of the screws being undone was the only s

The pain was so sharp it felt like ice

of the beautiful white crib

wiping his hands

o look at him, my

t of my

house too

ng," I said