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”

Because light never entirely disappeared.

And darkness never entirely left.

Life became more complicated than those metaphors.

Better too.

The final photograph on the most recent page shows Oliver at ten.

Mud on his knees.

Missing a front tooth.

Holding a soccer trophy.