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”
“We needed someone to.”
That sentence hurt.
“Needed someone to what?”
“Be happy.”
I stared.
“Julian, you do not get to use me as an emotional set piece because you wanted one room without grief.”
He looked ashamed.
“I know.”