I Came Home With Our Newborn — And Found The Locks Changed

“Praise… just go.”

My entire body froze.

“What?”

“I need space,” he said quietly. “Please don’t make this harder.”

For a moment I actually laughed. The situation felt so absurd that it didn’t seem real.

“Space?” I said. “Richie, I just gave birth to our daughter. This is our house. Open the door.”

He didn’t answer.

I knocked harder, my baby beginning to stir against my chest.

“Richie! What’s going on? Open the door!”

“I can’t,” he replied from inside. “Please… go stay with your sister.”

My hands started shaking.

“Fine,” I said finally. “I’ll go to Sylvia’s. But when I come back for my things, you’d better have an explanation.”

I turned away before he could respond.

Walking down that driveway felt like walking away from my entire life.