I rushed toward the bedroom.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I found.
Hannah lay motionless on the bed.
Her skin looked gray.
Her lips were cracked.
She looked like someone who had been abandoned for weeks.
Beside her, Owen's tiny face burned red with fever.
His diaper hadn't been changed.
His weak cries barely filled the room.
"Hannah!"
Her eyes opened slowly...
Those were the first words that reached me when I walked into our bedroom and found my wife barely conscious, with our newborn son crying helplessly next to her.
My name is Ethan Parker.
I live in a suburb outside Kansas City and work as an operations manager for a regional freight company.
My wife, Hannah Parker, had delivered our first baby, Owen, less than one week earlier.
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