I am a man who reads blueprints for a living, who can look at a set of drawings and know where the load is really carried and where the pretty part is just hanging off the structure.

And every instinct I had was telling me that the story I’d been handed about the end of my marriage was a facade with nothing behind it, a drawing of a wall where there was no wall.

I just couldn’t yet see what was holding the real weight.

” “I left the truck crooked across two spaces in the hospital garage and went through the glass doors of the maternity ward at a dead run.

Chapter 7 — Incubator Six