A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
My unborn daughter shifted beneath my hand.
I stood between the life I already had and a possibility I had only just learned about.
Neither needed an answer before morning.
PART 7 — Before I Could Say Yes
Over the next few weeks, I spoke with Leo’s assigned caseworker, met again with Denise, and consulted a family-law attorney.
I began each conversation by saying I was gathering information.
At first, the sentence sounded defensive.