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”
At eight he asked the question we feared.
“If they didn’t die, would you still want me?”
Julian answered so quickly I almost cried.
“Yes.”
No hesitation.
Then showed him the photograph of three car seats.
Three.
They had expected chaos.