She opened her tote and placed a folder on the table.

It held photocopies of letters with dates and delivery receipts, doctor’s notes, and a small photograph from a hospital nursery.

Two premature babies lay side by side beneath knitted caps.

Even in the photograph, Theo’s chin was tilted defiantly.

“After our divorce, I learned I was pregnant.

I told you immediately.

Then I learned there were two babies, and I told you again.

I wasn’t trying to get you back.