“Renamed,” Caleb confirmed gently.

“The Nora Vance Foundation for Family and Child Recovery.

Julian’s name has been completely expunged from the charter.

It’s done, Nora.” I took a slow sip of my tea, letting the warmth settle deep into my chest, and I thought about what that name meant, and what the ten million dollars would do, and about the two tiny silhouettes on an ultrasound I would carry with me for the rest of my life.

I had lost my children in the worst way a person can lose them.