The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

” I said.

Neither of them answered.

Because what do you say to that.

I looked at Emily. “What hospital?”

“Overlake.”

“When was he born?”

“December eighteenth. 3:14 a.m.”

I repeated it to myself.

As if saying the time could carve it into me after the fact.

“I want to know everything.”

Emily’s face did that thing where hope and caution show up together and don’t continue reading …