He had told his mother in the second week of March.

He had told nobody else.

“I was going to tell you,” he said.

“I want you to understand — every single week I was going to tell you.

And then I’d get home and you’d be doing something ordinary and I couldn’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because of June,” he said, and it was the first time he had said her name out loud in probably two years.

“Because how do I walk in here and say, I have a son.