I Had Barely Finished Holding My Son’s Newborn Baby When a Nurse Pulled Me Aside and Whispered, “That Isn’t the Child He Left With”

Long shift.

Similar names.

Similar fathers.

Anything.

Anything except what those words sounded like.

I returned to the room.

Oliver—although I did not know yet that his name carried a story of its own—was sleeping against Chloe’s chest.

Julian looked at me.

“You okay?”