After delivering a baby for a lonely mother, the doctor looked at the newborn’s face and dropped his instruments in shock. He stared into the baby’s distinct amber eyes and whispered, “where is the woman who brought you here?” The mother pointed to her bag, revealing an old photograph that solved a twenty-year-old mystery…

not always.”

“No,” he agreed, his eyes crinkling. “Not always.”

Hours later, the house was finally quiet. The men had gone home, the aroma of cheap delivery pizza lingered in the air, and a soft, rhythmic rain had begun to tap against the windowpanes. I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, my back against the sofa, Noah dead asleep with his head continue reading …