The blue light of my laptop screen illuminated the dark kitchen of the Brooklyn apartment, casting cold shadows across the counters where empty formula cans sat like forgotten monuments of neglect.
Chapter 1 - THE SILENT WITNESS OF THE LENSThe blue light of my laptop screen illuminated the dark kitchen of the Brooklyn apartment, casting cold shadows across the counters where empty formula cans sat like forgotten monuments of neglect. My fourteen-year-old son, Ethan, and newborn Noah were safely asleep at a local hospital under the care of doctors and nurses who had looked at me with a mixture of horror and pity when I brought them in