It isn’t my business and I’m not going to be the reason a woman dies without seeing her son.

“But she doesn’t meet Leo, and that’s not a punishment either.

It’s that I’ve read what she wrote on the back of that envelope, and a woman who could write that about an unborn child gets no access to him.

Not because of what she’d do — because of what she’d say.

She’d tell him a version.

She wouldn’t be able to help it.

She’d have him in a kitchen at eleven years old explaining what really happened, in the nicest possible voice, and I’ve seen what she can do to a person with a nice voice over the course of sixteen months.