His hair smelled of baby shampoo.

He weighed more than the photographs I’d seen could possibly have prepared me for.

I held him for three minutes.

Megan asked me to give him back before he became restless.

I did.

Outside, I sat in my truck without starting it.

I had negotiated contracts worth millions.

Nothing I’d ever signed compared with the responsibility of holding a child who trusted me only because someone else had first made sure I was safe.