My Mother-in-Law Saw My Newborn Daughter’s Arm and Went Pale—Then She Told Us We Couldn’t Keep Her

“I don’t know.”

Whether Richard would have eventually told Julian if he had lived longer:

“I don’t know.”

Those answers felt inadequate at first.

Then freeing.

There is dignity in uncertainty when uncertainty is honest.

Beatrice had nearly broken us by turning:

I don’t know