“Sit.

I’ll bring her.”

I sank back into the chair, suddenly furious at my own body for needing help.

“I’m not helpless,” I said.

“I didn’t say you were.”

He brought Willa to me, then sat quietly while I fed her.

Later, in bed, I listened to the baby breathe and thought about those seventeen calls.

I could not make Gavin answer them retroactively.