Weeks passed with no direct response from Callum.

I started measuring time in ounces of milk, hours of sleep, and the small victories written on the whiteboard beside each crib.

PART 8: The Letters Nobody Answered

Jude came home first.

Wren followed nine days later.

Oliver needed more time to grow and feed steadily, and leaving the hospital without him felt as though I had forgotten a piece of my own body.

Eva converted the larger spare room into a nursery.