Behind me, Marcus had his suitcase, his envelope, and information he would now have to answer.

In front of me were three babies whose next feeding could not wait for him to understand.

EPILOGUE — The Sign Beneath the Stroller

Getting the girls into the car took longer than the final conversation.

That felt appropriate in a way I could not yet explain.

There were straps to check, a bag to place where I could reach it safely once parked, and the stroller to fold.

I followed the same sequence I had practiced rather than allowing the adrenaline of the terminal to make me careless.