freezing.”
I took one of the babies before I asked her name. I took the other before I asked how old they were. Three weeks old, she said. Both girls.
“Lily and Rose.”
“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
Within days, my house was a blur of bottles, crying babies, diapers, sleepless nights, laundry, and that particular kind of exhaustion only newborns can continue reading …
