I take the girls.

I move into my parents’ home in Boston, where I have already spoken to them, and where a nursery is already, as of two days ago, being prepared.

And you, Julian, get to explain to your mother, and to your friends, and to your employer, and eventually to a family court judge, why you chose to abandon your six-month-old twin daughters, and your postpartum wife, to go on a fishing vacation.

You get to see how that story sounds, told out loud, to people who are not you.