HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

to authorize nonemergency care.

I took the first flight to Los Angeles.

The neonatal intensive-care unit was painfully bright.

Machines breathed and beeped around infants smaller than I had imagined possible.

Rachel lay recovering two floors above.

Through the glass, I saw Julian’s son for the first time.

He wore a blue knitted cap.

His hand was no larger continue reading …