him.
Dominic Vance, my husband of two years, had just pressed a crumpled fifty-dollar bill and a few loose coins into my palm. He didn’t offer to carry the heavy diaper bag. He didn’t ask if I could manage the walk. He didn’t even glance down at Leo, our newborn son, who was wrapped securely in a soft white blanket.
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