“Can you stay and help?”

“Staff will help if you need guidance,” I said.

“I have an appointment nearby.”

He stared at the baby.

Miles blinked up at him, fascinated by the light reflected in his watch.

For a moment I remembered the Kyle who had painted the nursery ceiling at midnight because he couldn’t sleep until every detail was perfect.

He had been capable of tenderness.

That was part of what made the rest so confusing.