He made sure Rachel had actually slept.

And then he sat, quietly, beside the incubators in the neonatal unit, watching my children breathe, asking nothing at all.

“You don’t have to come every day, Marcus,” I told him on the sixth morning, because I did not understand it, and the not-understanding was starting to ache.

“I know,” he said.

“Then why?

After everything I did to you.

I ended your career.