After a Night Shift, I Fell Asleep at the Laundromat with My Baby — What I Found Changed Everything

The hum of machines filled the space like white noise, and the faint smell of detergent hung in the air. A flickering neon sign buzzed in the window, casting a dull glow across the worn tile floor.

There was only one other person there—a woman in her fifties folding clothes with practiced hands. She glanced at Willow and smiled.

“Your little girl is precious.”

“Thank you,” I said softly, my voice barely there.

After she left, the silence grew heavier.