At 2:20 a.m., Ethan opened the nursery door.
He carried a paper bag.
He walked to the crib and checked Noah. Then he remained there for a moment with one hand resting on the rail before sitting on the floor beside the rocking chair.
At first, I could not identify what he took from the bag. I saw crumpled wrappers, a takeout container, and something small and glassy that reflected the night-light.
Then he leaned over a notebook on his knee and began writing.
I stared at the screen, confused.
I checked the next night.
Again, at 2:20 a.m., he entered with a paper bag and repeated the same routine. He checked the crib, sat on the floor, opened the bag, ate, drank, and wrote.
I searched further back.
He had been doing it every night for nearly a month.
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