Luke’s mouth opened, and closed, and no sound came out of it.

The pathologist looked up from his notes, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“The child’s mother is this woman?” he said, gesturing gently at the weeping Camellia.

“But the gentleman there checked the child in under your family’s private insurance.

He told us the child was his daughter.”

And the room turned, very slowly, on its axis.