“He was born ten minutes ago, Nicolas.” My voice broke, and the tears came hot and fast.

“Newborns change.

Their hair falls out and grows back different.

How can you stand there, after everything, and say something like this?”

“I’m not stupid.” He stepped back from the bed, and — I will never forget this — he set our crying newborn down into the plastic bassinet as though the baby had grown hot in his hands.

“I know you spent a week in another city, four months before you got pregnant.