Owen held one up for me to see.

“They had my size.”

“Those look fast,” I said.

For the first time that night, he almost smiled.

A hospital social worker, Camille Ortiz, introduced herself and explained that a child-protection report had been made.

She would coordinate with detectives and help arrange a safe discharge, but she was not there to take Owen from a parent who could care for him.

The divorce order gave Dana primary weekday custody and me alternating weekends plus midweek contact.