And apparently he cares more about that than whether Oliver is alive.”

Warren didn’t ask to see my phone.

“You don’t have to answer him tonight.”

I wanted to believe I could simply put the phone away.

But Vance had my house keys, access to our shared accounts, and a way of turning any disagreement into evidence that I was ungrateful or unstable.

A new mother shouldn’t have to calculate those things while her child was still in a hospital crib.

I asked the nurse whether a social worker could speak to me privately.