“Tell me what you need.”

She asked for a clean surface and showed me where the supplies were.

I brought a towel, then another when she said the first was too small.

There was no reason to pretend I remembered every detail of newborn care after twenty-one years.

Maya knew her daughters.

I let her teach me how they liked to be supported, which blanket belonged to which baby, and how one became unsettled when the other cried.

Emma had Julian’s nose.