At a flooded church parking lot, my father went into waist-deep water for my newborn while my husband stood beneath the entrance canopy telling everyone he’d nearly drowned getting himself out. Dad reached the carrier, carried my daughter to me, then slapped my husband hard enough to leave his jaw bruised when he tried to turn the crowd against him for “being reckless.” The pastor’s wife wrapped my baby in a dry blanket while the whole entrance went quiet. Dad looked at my husband and asked, “When you climbed out, did you even turn around once to see whether your daughter was still there?”
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