“That must be hard.”

“It is.

But Hannah gets to decide when she wants to share it.”

We ate noodles out of paper containers.

I showed Paige the short note and placed the ultrasound into a folder separate from my legal documents.

It was the one thing on my desk that belonged to the future rather than the past.

Later I opened an old address book and found the phone number of Hannah’s favorite piano teacher.

I almost called to arrange lessons or send flowers, then stopped.