“He isn’t in our house, Luca,” I said.

“He’s in my house.”

Luca blinked.

His eyes went to the gift bag, then to the man holding the newborn.

“I don’t understand.

Is this about the hospital?

I told you Mom’s sixtieth was booked months in advance.

You said you were fine.”

“I was in labor,” I said.

“My water broke at the hospital entrance.