You can still apologize.”

I looked at the bassinet.

“He does deserve his father.

He also deserves a mother who doesn’t have to accept threats to keep him.”

Sandra stood outside for another minute.

Then she turned and walked away, leaving the bag on the step like an offering she expected us to accept.

We did not touch it until she was gone.

Marisol photographed it, carried it inside, and discovered pastries shaped like little hearts.