When the babies were 2 months old, she had sent photographs to my mother.

Mason had been hospitalized for a breathing complication, Henry barely slept, Theo struggled to gain weight, and Wyatt cried for hours.

She hadn’t asked for money.

She had only asked that I know my children existed.

My mother’s reply was still saved:

“Carter knows the situation.

He has decided not to have contact.

Don’t write again.”