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

When he saw me, his entire face changed with relief.

“Praise,” he said. “Please. Just come with me for ten minutes.”

Sylvia crossed her arms.

“You locked her out with a newborn.”

“I know how it looks,” he said quietly. “But please. Just ten minutes.”

Something in his voice stopped me.

“Ten minutes,” I told him.

The drive back home was silent. Richie gripped the steering wheel tightly the entire time.

When we reached the house, he unlocked the door and stepped aside.

“Just look,” he said.

The moment I walked inside, I stopped breathing.

The house smelled like fresh paint and new wood. The living room that used to be cluttered with boxes had completely changed. The old carpet was gone, replaced by polished wooden floors.

Then I saw the nursery.

When I left for the hospital it had been nothing more than a storage room.