Later, Caleb invited us to collect family photographs and baby supplies he wanted delivered to the hospital.

We made clear that accepting information did not promise that he could visit or collect the twins.

His kitchen was orderly.

Refrigerator magnets sat in a row.

Two cans of formula stood beside bottles, diapers, and folded clothes.

He handed me a printed photograph of Mara holding a baby against her shoulder.

“She looks tired,” he said.

I could see that she looked tired.