“Only that you’re hurt and in the hospital.

We wanted you involved in that conversation.”

I looked down at my hands.

I had spent months folding tiny clothes and imagining how Alice and Emma would welcome a baby brother.

They had made him a drawing for the nursery door.

Now I had to find words for a loss I barely understood myself.

Dana explained that a temporary apartment was available through a local assistance program.

We could stay there while I recovered and while the criminal case moved forward.