At first I assumed he was simply warming milk for our daughter or adjusting the storage bags. But after paying closer attention I realized the bottle he carried was not meant for our baby. I also noticed that the milk I had carefully pumped and labeled with dates and times was disappearing much faster than expected even though I was pumping regularly.
Slowly suspicion began growing in my heart. I could not understand why he was taking the milk, where he was going, or who it might be for. Those questions kept me awake for many nights as I lay in bed listening for the sound of the refrigerator door opening. Finally one afternoon I decided to ask him gently while pretending to sound casual.
“Tyler, the milk I stored yesterday is gone. Do you know what happened to it?”
He hesitated for a moment and then forced a small uneasy smile before answering, “Maybe I accidentally threw it away while cleaning the fridge.”
His answer did not convince me. Something deep inside my mind insisted that something was wrong. The following night I pretended to fall asleep early while secretly watching his movements through half closed eyes.