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
Douglas remained quiet for long stretches.
Once, he said, “I should have checked more.”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“I thought the firm handling it—”
“Tell the investigators what you thought and what you verified.”
He stopped trying to make the explanation complete in the car.
That was useful.