Nathaniel was their biological father.

I felt an odd combination of vindication and grief when Simone called.

The result answered one question, but it couldn’t restore four years of missed bedtime stories.

Nathaniel began with a short meeting at a public family center, accompanied by a specialist.

He brought three copies of the same illustrated book so no one would fight over the cover.

The girls asked him questions about planes and his job, then became bored and wanted to draw.

He did not insist on hugs.