ABSTRACT
Daniel was nearly two weeks old when Susan and Matthew finally brought him home from hospital. The first time she carried him into the living room, Susan found herself focusing on trivial and irrelevant details, as if seeing them for the first time: the crack in the tile over the fireplace, Sara’s Barbie-pink school bag, the plant that Matthew had forgotten to water in her absence. She’d expected to be away from home for two days, and she’d spent just one night here in the past two weeks. That was when Matthew had insisted that she entrusted Daniel to him-and of course the nurses-and spent a night in her own bed to try and catch up on some sleep.
