I chose not to file immediately.

That was my decision, and in time I would examine it with far less certainty than I felt then.

But I did not stop keeping records.

I filed the reply beneath a copy of my letter, its tracking number, and a photograph of the ultrasound.

The folder was pale green, not because that color meant anything, but because it was the only one on the store shelf.

For years, I believed Warren had been told and had decided not to come.