He called immediately.

I let it ring, then saved the voicemail.

“You think you can get away with this?” he said.

“Mom knows people who handle custody cases.

You’d better come home and apologize before this gets ugly.”

Marisol listened without comment as I replayed it.

She made me tea and helped label the baby’s formula containers for the next morning.

At midnight, when Miles woke again, she took him while I washed my face.