like a guardian.
My husband, however, seemed detached. He rarely held the baby and often retreated to another room. I told myself that fatherhood was an adjustment — that some men just needed time.
Then one afternoon, while he was in the shower, I picked up his phone to set an alarm. The screen was open to a text conversation with his mother. I wasn’t snooping — at least, not intentionally. But the words in front of me made my heart freeze.
“I don’t want this child. She’ll love him more than
