I had slept about six hours in two nights and I was wearing my sister’s sweatshirt.

Gertrude did not apologize.

I had spent all of Sunday privately rehearsing what I would say when she apologized, and she did not apologize, and it turns out I had no material at all for the other outcome.

What she said was: “Logan has a right to be a father to that boy.”

“I have never said otherwise.”

“That child needs a proper family.”

“Meaning what, Gertrude?”