bathroom and cried as quietly as possible.
Our daughter stirred in the bedroom, and I immediately covered my mouth.
For the first time since marrying Ryan, I truly believed he might leave me.
The next morning, before I could change my mind, I put on my sneakers, strapped my daughter into her stroller, and started walking.
At first, twenty minutes was all I could manage.
My legs ached, and some days my daughter started crying halfway through. I’d hurry home feeling like I’d failed at something embarrassingly simple.
But every
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