Fifteen years ago, my husband, Kevin, kissed our baby boy, Eric, on the forehead, grabbed his wallet, and said, “I’ll be back soon. Just heading out for diapers.”
He never came back.
At the time, I was twenty-six—new to marriage, new to motherhood, and new to the kind of loneliness that settles in the pit of your stomach when you …
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