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

He glanced at Rachel.

“She needed help.”

“So did I.”

The words came without shouting.

For a moment, he looked at the ground.

An officer instructed him not to address me directly.

Mark kept speaking for another sentence before he stopped.

“There was money to fix things.