I Found My Pregnant Wife in a Coffin—Then She Moved

believe our future was gone.

Now our son was pulling it across the grass, trying to make a tent out of it.

I knelt beside him, and he pressed his sticky palm against my face.

For the first time in longer than I could remember, I did not check the time, my phone, or the road outside.

I was already where I needed to be.

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