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I returned home from military service, hoping to see my wife’s smile. Instead, I found a coffin in the middle of the living room. “She d:ied in childbirth…”

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Less than twenty-four hours after my return.

I climbed the stairs and found my baby in the nursery, wrapped in a gray blanket inside his crib. His breathing was weak but steady. Beside him sat a bottle with an unfamiliar smell. I photographed it, sealed it inside a clean storage bag, then carried my son into the bathroom and locked the door.

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