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”

My pain came from exclusion.

Not unfairness.

Different.

I had to stop treating information as proof of who was loved more.

PART 31 — DIANE AND ME

The first night, we sat at the kitchen table.

“I wanted to call you.”

She said.

“Why didn’t you?”

“They asked me not to.”