She wrote down sizes and the name of the feeding product they had been advised to use.

I did not decide that because I had raised Julian, I knew more about these babies than their mother.

At one point, Chloe began fussing, and Maya shifted as if she would stand.

“Would you like me to hold her?”

“Please.”

She showed me how Chloe was most comfortable that afternoon.

I held her while Maya drank tea that had almost gone cold.

I watched the little hand against my cardigan.