Wyatt picked up the card.

There were two sets of footprints, one above the other, but only the upper line had a typed name.

BABY A — MALE.

The line beneath read BABY B — MALE.

A rectangle of paper had been glued over the identifying number.

“Why is that covered?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I remembered a nurse telling me the second baby had been transferred for observation.

I remembered asking for him, then drifting through the heavy confusion of medication and exhaustion.