For a moment I pictured the kitchen and the tiny cups.

Then I asked whether it would be appropriate to send the children a card.

Savannah considered it before saying that a card could come through her, unsigned until she decided how to introduce me.

I wrote three sentences.

Nothing about being their father.

Nothing about a future they owed me.

I said I hoped Caleb felt better, that I had heard Maya was excellent at looking after him, and that I wished them both a good week.

Savannah later told me they liked the picture of the little train on the front.