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”

Not pretending equivalent grief.

But she had cared.

Human relationships do not fit neat legal categories.

PART 20 — OLIVER’S NAME

“Why Oliver?”

I asked.

Julian looked almost embarrassed.

“We picked it before everything happened.”

Good.

He had not been named after Leo.