I Was Told My Newborn Had Died—Then My Eight-Year-Old Son Asked Why Daddy Had Paid Aunt Rachel to Take the Crying Bundle

PART 6 — The Cabin in Vermont

The journey took much of the day once the interviews, coordination, and travel were included.

There was no effortless two-hour dash from an unspecified home to a remote mountain cabin.

There were calls, pauses, arrangements, and a route that became narrower as we entered Vermont.

Douglas drove for the part of the journey when investigators permitted us to travel.

I sat beside him.

Ethan stayed in the back with the puppy and the things we had packed in haste.