He nodded again.

I left before the lunch rush and walked two blocks in cold wind to where Dana waited with Owen.

My son was awake in the stroller, making an urgent little noise as if he had important concerns about the world.

I took him into my arms and felt my shoulders relax.

Later, Grant’s apology was discussed online when someone posted that he had been seen outside the attorney’s building.

Rumors transformed our private conversation into a reconciliation, then a custody battle, then a publicity stunt.