He nodded.

Then the baby monitor crackled with Hope’s small cry, and he put down the towel immediately.

“I’ve got her,” he called to Hannah.

I watched him walk down the hall.

Part of me still bristled when he acted like a devoted father.

It felt unfair that he could begin again while I still remembered the instant he handed Hope back to me.

But I also knew that the best thing for her was not a lifetime of adults proving who had suffered most.