I watched the garden go dark and did not fill the dark with Luca’s name.

The correct hour had been a hospital entrance and a voice that said, Where are you?

Everything after that was simply what a person does when she decides she will not be left on the floor again.

I went inside, checked the crib, and slept.

The first day I returned to the office in person, I wore black because it required no decisions.

The floor looked the same.

The faces did a quick inventory and then, to their credit, most of them returned to work.

Mara put a muffin on my desk and said, “If anyone asks a stupid question, send them to me so you can keep your blood pressure for the baby.”

One person did ask a stupid question.

He asked whether “the family situation” would affect a banking client who liked stability.