Marcus did not look properly at his daughters.

He looked at me, then at the sign.

“Sarah,” he said, smoothing his shirt, “I found real love.

You’ll have to manage alone with the babies now.”

The words were so direct that for a moment I could not fit them to the man I had once watched cry over a cruise brochure.

The floor seemed to tilt beneath me.

I tightened my hand on the stroller handle.