For the next two weeks, I tried to get on with life. I put the violin in its case, and laid it in the baby’s crib at the bottom of my bed. I bought a few more things for the baby, and just put it all in the crib.
In my spare time from work, I got all the necessary paperwork ready for when the social worker would come for my home visit. That took some time, and I was thankful to use the time getting ready for my baby.
Two weeks later, out of the blue, I got a phone call.
“This is Hannah Willomeier.”
I tried really hard not to...
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