Suddenly everything changed.
“Mom, we need to use the guest room for the nursery. We’re going to set up a cot in the garage. Just temporarily. Until we figure out a better arrangement.”
“The garage?”
“It’s insulated. We’ll make it comfortable. It’s only for a little while.”That first night in the garage, I wore two sweaters under my robe. The temperature was barely above freezing. My breath came out in visible puffs.
A folding cot. A thin blanket. A flashlight on a nail. Wind coming under the door.
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